Distracted

As I watch their lips move,

And the bowl beside me slips to the floor,

I wonder what they're actually saying.

The crash beside me draws my eyes down,

As the glass shatters around my feet,

And the buzzing in my ears grows louder.

I can't feel the sting that causes the red to flow,

Puddles- pooling, circling the white sneakers,

I picked to match. Now stained... ruined.

But my eyes find theirs, and I realized

Their lips are still moving,

While whooshing now pulls at my head.

Sounds that don't make words

Echo across the room,

Bouncing and rippling across my cranium.

Drip, drip, drip from the faucet,

Turns to plop, plop, plop,

Filling the empty cup in the sink.

I'm thirsty...

I realize, searching the room

For a clean cup.

Fingers wrap around my wrist,

As I raise my eyes once again,

To the lips making words.

They were still moving?

All this time?

"Are you listening to me?"

By C.R.Williams