Freed Vibrations

Vibrations break from their plastic prison,
Running along threads and strands
Until they disrupt, rattling my sternum
And dancing at the top of my mind.

They leave too soon,
Never able to take with them
The fear that silence brings in their absence
That made me listen to begin.

It is not terror that they banished for the briefest of moments,
Not the kind that inspired the first nightmare,
Or that curdles the air with screams.
Their foe is nothing itself,
Into which I might fall
Like light failing to escape a black hole.

by Arden Falls

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