senses
The most disturbing sound I ever heard I will remember from my childhood forever.
The screams of a rabbit dying outside my window at night, preyed upon by some other animal.
I would stare at the moonlit perifery of my bedroom window and listen with sweaty palms until the chirping of crickets and the distant train whistle replaced horror with lingering anticipation of a continuation of that which had just occurred.
Looking into the eyes of my dying grandmother during those moments when her brain would temporarily go numb and a glaze would overcome. When she would just stare with that glaze and her mind was somewhere or nowhere, just void.
A word at the point of potential on the ledge of her quivering lips, words lost to the moment to the void of that glazed silent moment. Looking into the eyes I will never forget that feeling, I will never forget that look.
The screams of a rabbit dying outside my window at night, preyed upon by some other animal.
I would stare at the moonlit perifery of my bedroom window and listen with sweaty palms until the chirping of crickets and the distant train whistle replaced horror with lingering anticipation of a continuation of that which had just occurred.
Looking into the eyes of my dying grandmother during those moments when her brain would temporarily go numb and a glaze would overcome. When she would just stare with that glaze and her mind was somewhere or nowhere, just void.
A word at the point of potential on the ledge of her quivering lips, words lost to the moment to the void of that glazed silent moment. Looking into the eyes I will never forget that feeling, I will never forget that look.