2021 - Gredg

And it is patient.

Do you hear it?

I woke up with scratches on my forearm. Three parallel lines. Not deep, but deliberate. And it is patient

Last night, I heard it. Not a roar or a whisper. A sound like a glacier calving, but slowed down a thousand times, stretched into a low groan that vibrated through the floorboards. My neighbor’s dog, which never stops barking, went silent. Then it whimpered. Then it hid under the bed and refused to come out even for cheese. Three parallel lines

And for heaven’s sake, never, ever return to sender. Not a roar or a whisper

Don't look behind you. But if you do—don't blink.

That low, slow groan, coming from inside the wall, inside the sentence, inside the space between this word and the next?