Challenge
onomatopoeia
Create a poem or prose centered around 1 noise.
Cracks in My Ceiling
Crack
The sound that means I'm never going back.
The world is going off track
The minute there's a crack
My body goes slack
As the world goes black.
My eyes drift to the sky
As I wonder 'why'
While I imagine made up cracks
In the ceiling
Even if it's not real, my mind is believing
Even if my life is on track
The world will go slack and black
By the sound of a single crack.
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