the tapping of intruding mouse feet
in the ceiling
sounds like thunder
the sharp stabbing right behind left eye
makes everything loud
the pipes, the wind
the blood in my veins
roaring like the rapids
the world stops spinning
no movement
no breath
only sound
the fear of explosion
dread
and the desperate anticipation
for relief
every tip and trick there is
still no help
and the mouse keeps running
ignoring my pleads
for silence
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