what’s in a sound

The whoosh of reverse thrusters
slowing down
gripping the arm rest tightly

The skitter-scatter of tiny legs
crawling on my skin
eight eyes peering up

The clicking of gears at a children’s restaurant
fake fur covering a metal arm
waving at me

The crack of a bullet
flying through desert air
entering my sister’s skull

[it’s the noises that get me]

Erica Holmes is a junior at Lindenwood University working on her English Literature degree. She hopes to one day gain a Master’s degree in Library Science, and preferably to work at a library that grants her magic powers. Erica writes if the inspiration strikes, or if it’s a Tuesday, or on the off chance she can find a pen.

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