Metalhead
Written for Vocal's Moment of Silence Acrostic Challenge
Suddenly the sound was missing.
I cupped my ears, panic-stricken,
Lost onstage, my band still playing.
End of malleus and membrane.
Now, after many months of pain,
Came science to let me hear again:
Electrodes drilled into my brain.
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Addison Alder
Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.
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Comments (6)
Loved it Addison! You convinced me to make a profile of my own here. Thank you! Himan from ShutUp&Write
What a unique take! Great acrostic!
Very expressive and I wish you all the best.
Very impactful. I love your Acrostic!
Ooooh...this is very clever. Such a real problem with that particular genre of music and actual loud music in general. You make the intensity and fear of that situation feel real and palpable. Well done, Addison.
Oh my, that was so scaryyyy! Loved your Acrostic!