After the Shriek
by clippedtrust
· 18/12/2025
Published 18/12/2025 10:18
The raw sound
cut through the floor.
A drill, they said.
A loud roar.
My heart still
knocked against bone.
The strobe light
flashed, a red stone.
Voice over the speaker,
calm, a flat drone.
But my palms still sweat,
and I felt quite alone.