your words are not whispers that tickle they are
screeches that shatter a bellowing onset of auditory
exasperation your intonation pounding against
my drums berating their heads your voice echoing
echoing gargled as if spoken underwater it’s
not conversation but drowning cacophony your
sharpness inducing a deafness that rings from
ear to ear oscillating throughout my skull the
ringingrings on ceaseless sirens filling the gaps
of silence silencing my thoughts controlling my
mind incessant static fuzzy and warm but
abrasive a grating comfort a harsh constant
ill forget when it fades out to white noise
but ill miss the initial depth of your sound
the way its bass resonated in my temples and in
my chest the way it used to beat against me the way
it beat my heart your tongue that i lapped up your
inflection that infected me with harmonies of love
and of language your cry invokes a new sensation
in relation to this situation and it pains me to
hear you speak but its absence is splitting rising
higher to a frequency i can no longer make
out i can no longer make out i can no longer
make out i can no longer make i can no
longer no longer longer▲
