Coming 4/17/17-4/18/17

I take shaky breaths, watching him and looking out the window, seeing it raining but not hearing a thing.

I look to the heart monitor and see it beeping.

No sound.

I see Dallas scribbling on the paper.

I don't hear the clicking of the crayon on the paper or the paper sliding on the table when he moves it around.

I mouth the words out, the ones I don't want to admit.

"I'm trapped to a world of silence."