The sound is everywhere -
echoing through the kitchen,
the hallway,
the stairs.
Pounding out its rhythm
in my temples
and down my neck,
pushing against my skull
until I feel bone splinter and crack
wide open,
letting the world flood in,
     too loud and harsh,
     too bright.
My knees fall weak under the assault,
and that awful noise 
will not shut up.
I press cool hands against my forehead
and find dampness on my cheeks,
bringing a fresh wave
of sorrow.
The dogs come running -
     alert, curious -
to find me and my dreadful sound
curled against the fridge.
I bury my face in their sides,
searching for silence,
and hold on tight.

- ljh 5/6/16