Sometimes, when it’s late at night, I hear a noise.

The noise is so loud it makes my ears scream and my bed vibrates.

My hair stands on end and body quivers and shakes.

The noise grows louder, creeps from out under my bed.

It grabs me by the wrist and drags me deep under.

I claw and I fight and I want to break free.

But the silence is deafening. It’s too much to take.

I’m alone in my silence, not a single heart beats.

I wish I wasn’t alone, I wish I could speak.
But then the silence would no longer be the only thing I can call a friend.