M. Aline

thought after thought, whisper after whisper, scream after scream… i can hear a range of frequencies: both soft and plangent. from the one at the front of the class, making puns about equations and formulas.. to the one in the back, whispering positive affirmations in hopes of easing the raging storms of her anxiety. from the sound of rain pelting against the glass windows.. to the sound of waves softly crashing against the shore. and at uncertain times, i hear both. the laughter of a drunken woman as she slips and falls in the grass.. and the screams of a mad woman being mistreated and misunderstood. the squeals of a woman who just got married.. and the cries of a woman who just lost someone.