decibel

words words words

There is no flesh
only noise
and a bizarre sensation that doesn't quite
feel like drowning,
but there is water in your lungs and breath
comes short.

No photographs only tape recorders,
the loudest telephone and the 
louder silence.

You cannot be held quietly. 

your body is screaming -
joints crack and groan and there is a 
grammar-phone in your chest that
you cannot turn down 
and it shouts
'it's all too loud'
and it is delicious.

Two years to learn to talk,
eighteen years and you
still can't speak.

The End

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