Water Bottle Lid (a poem by Ve) (Patreon)

A gurgling growl in the still of the room

I spin and swivel but I am alone

A whining, pent up hiss close at hand

I am pinned in place

Sonic daggers in my animal brain

There is a moment of aching still

Breath caught in my one free hand

The other chill with damp

Clutching tight

I strain my ears, eyes scraping futilely at the dark corners of the room

A high, squeaking squelch

My ears prick

I look down