six.

perhaps she turned the volume down
perhaps her insides screamed too loudly for underdeveloped ears
cradling inner drums that had become numb from the vibrations
perhaps she turned the volume down
perhaps her heart's speakers blew from years of feedback and no giving back
causing her pulses to flick through all channels and settle on standby
perhaps she turned the volume down
perhaps her feet were tired of walking on rough terrain
longed for soft white sands resting on heaven and leading out to crystal waters
perhaps she turned the volume down
perhaps she ran from the remote and began to live remotely
vicariously through a lesser her, held together by anticipation of more of the same
perhaps she turned the volume down
perhaps her strength has been her weakness
perhaps it's time to grab hold of frequency and shake it until she can't let go
to run alongside elongated sound waves, jump over decibels
and dismount onto adamant faith, too flexible to break
perhaps, for her, this mute-iny of aural denial
is over.