I Hear Them

by Bliss Tennant

Just a little horror poem I wrote in class. I was bored.

I hear them whisper. They say the names of my friends. They never stop whispering. I hear them.

I hear them when I'm alone. I hear them when I listen to music. I hear them when my friends are near.

I hear them talking to themselves. I hear them talking to me. I hear them when I sleep. I hear them when I'm awake.

I always hear them. No one else does. Even when they whisper in their ear, they never hear.

But there's one thing different. You hear them too. Don't you?