cacophony of chatter.
We make our way through the chasm
of shoppers and carts and screaming,
The constant drone is unbearable and nagging:
itching, biting fleas on a dog’s back.
Mangoworms burrowing deep
within the skin,
nesting and feasting as eyes squint
I feel a tension headache coming on.
Tired, exhausted, flustered with
no end in sight except
off a bridge.
Tingling scalp; there’s nowhere to go.
I hungrily await the time when I can go
back to the car and bask
in the silence.