deaf
the whispering creaks in to hide the black deafness that resides in my palm call the stretching violin out of the woods let it ride my back screaming me outwards blinding the light only to capture my looming eyes sit there oh old one and wait your cage will hold you still while I tear through the center the plastic, the bricks, the promises, the sweet taste of dust takes over suck it up! suck it tight! suck it whole into your yellow-bellied face no longer will the mirror crash us into the cyclone of narcissistic needs come to me now and shower my wings one feather at a time strumming one feather at a time drumming now ! it comes ! it seeps into the whispering creaks of silent walking.