I’ve always preferred the quiet
Sudden sounds make me anxious
But with you…
It was hard to avoid
Your nails clacked on hardwood
Your collar clattered as you shook
Even lapping up water…
There was so much noise…
Even when you drank
And you stank
So much so we couldn’t help
But sing “Stinky Baby”
Ad nauseam
That alone added to the noise
Yet ironically
You were perhaps
The quietest dog ever
You didn’t bark
You were a good girl…
You didn’t tear things up
You were a good girl…
You couldn’t tell us you were sick…
You were a good girl…
“No one will want
to be friends with you
If you cry about everything.”
I remember that too well.
Yet I cried again for you.
I have to wonder how…
I lived without the noise
… It’s too quiet now…
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Stephen Newton
I’ve been writing my whole life, from silly stories about monsters going to Disneyland when I was five to having a few plays produced in my teens.
I love writing stories of any kind, though I have a soft spot for the horror genre.
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