It lodged itself in my brain,
making clear thoughts a challenge.
I struggle to think above the noise,
above the ringing and the high pitched echo that lives in my right ear.
"I can't hear you, what did you say?"
I try to focus and I'm reminded when I close my eyes of the whispers.
I turn up the music and the noise shifts to my muscles.
Moving and twitching to find a resting place outside the whispers.
There is no rest in mind or body to stop the whispers.
The whispers feed off the waste that seeps out of the holes,
it must have teeth.
Every year it grows bigger.
Connecting itself to my secrets.
Growing with every word
I swallow to save myself from being eaten whole.
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