And It Vibrates.
Tell me what I feel I’m slowly dying for. This life and this life’s luxuries. I feel nothing but noise. Vibrations in the hollow of my bones and in the chasm in my chest. My eyes vibrate. My head tumbles. My thoughts; my thoughts have nothing to do with this. I can breathe deeply to the beat of silence but my breaths are shallow and empty. A vacuum pump pumping out the air while making a cavernous roar that sounds like an angry whisper.
It’s not my angry whisper,
though I’m angry
and I whisper.
And the thunderous clapping of the shoes; like women in empty hallways; like a covered bridge and hooves. This noise chamber has enveloped my home but my home is in my head. And my head is hollow. And it vibrates.
Unsound waves. Ample. Amplified.
A curse, karma. Self inflicted, self deprecating, self loathing, self annihilating, self elaborated and self fulfilling. I should have seen this coming.