Describing a sound

At first it’s a low muffled sound, thick and swarming like the modulating murmur of a cloud of mosquitoes approaching, and yet it is as soft as a cotton swap soaked in alcohol which is gently daubed on the flesh until it hits the open wound and the sudden stinging sets in. A whimpering saxophone played out of tune. Then with papercut ear drums, your sheer raw nerves jerk and twitch, your stomach knots into another knot and your imagination becomes a vast desert of ice. It’s pitched past relief, and steep and acidic vibrations like spears are launched at the speed of light, ripping your heart into pieces and leaving you with half formed mumbled questions in your mind: what should we…? what have I done wrong? Haven’t we tried this and haven’t we tried that? What can I do now? How can we make it stop?


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