The Devil’s noise knocks on my head
Thundering my pores, shattering my skull
The noise frolics through my fields of nerves,
A chemical reaction of catastrophic chaos ensues.
I cover my ears. It’s far too late, though time has ceased.
The echoes of the Devil’s noise vibrate like piano strings
The bones in my head melt away as too-tired wax
Sliding down a cheaply made candle.
He laughs, my eardrums perforate.
My soul crumbles upon impact
The fetal position has no power here.
I forget how to breathe, but I remember how to scream.
How can I survive through all the laugher
The thundering applause cracks my tooth.
Bells, whistles, sirens, and wind
My greatest enemies work for the Devil.
Understand me. Hear me. Interpret my screams.
I’m trapped inside a fragile membrane
Those with patience lead me through
The forests of hell and noise.
Picture by Sillvi Studios