Grinding

sounds of shrill laughter crackle my eardrums

til I can no longer hear the clarity of conversation.

I grimace my face

my jaw aligns to grit my teeth.

While waiting for small silences; reprieves, really,

I debate with myself to stay and endure such monotonous pain

growing in grace

or move on.

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