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Whispers


by Jane


I.

there are whispers in my head
gossipy misfits
inner critics
mumbling negative epitaphs that
sound like broken 45's
revolving around and around and around
lingering in the doorway
like alarm clocks screaming
monsters calling
my name

there are whispers in my head
temporary loss of sanity
incoherent thoughts
sardonic realities
speaking louder than beats
makes sense because
we're already dead
in my
head

there are whispers in my head
i can hear them
breath smelling like yesterday's lives
leaking out-standing truths
dreaming in my walls
like soft feedback
trying to become
alive or
reborn

there are whispers in my head
they are my black
self-inflicted criticisms
whitewashing my interior walls
with backhanded comments that
leave red slap marks
on my
cheeks

there are whispers in my head
a corrupt cacophony of jangled thoughts
echoing my paranoia as they
scream for release
seethe with anger
spit hate
growl laughs
haunt me

there are whispers in my head
quiet, there's a screw loose
and i've got to
take me apart
in order for you to see
the bigger
picture
II.

go away
you talk too much
and i am trying to keep myself
on the hush hush

close your ears!
don't listen to this
haughty sycophantic banter
monolithic loggerhead babble
mass produced
for a unique
slow death

open your mind to
the living breath
of wind
free from sin
let your eyes
in-hale the
scene and
calm the

hurry

lock the door to fear
because knowing there is no answer
is terrifying
and not knowing IFan answer exists
is gratifying

go away
take your
deliberate irrationality
your anarchy
your cynicism
your vegetarian
social workers
cult organization
and stop mourning

your breath smells
like yesterday's lives
walking in cheap
shoes with no soles
causing callous
emotions to form

go away
whispers in my head
you talk too much
and i'm trying to keep myself
on the hush hush