C41

A Prologue to the Eventual Extermination of an Unwelcomed Earworm

Her voice was an earworm burrowing under the recesses of reminiscence, penetrating through grey scar tissue of memory.

At inconvenient moments throughout the day, I could feel this parasite feeding upon the musty puddles in the pore spaces and fractures of My stale felicity. What was needed was an extermination–an excision was improbable.

I decided that My course of action would be a slow and deliberate deprivation of oxygen. Entombed in the solitude of My shadow lair, it was a mere matter of time before I would be resting in peace from its grubby pestilence.