I heard your voice today,
or one a lot like it.
It spoke to me of yesterday...
of our heaven, now my hell.
floating
taunting
mocking
scarring
snowflake glitches
of my corrugated memory...
they fall all around
when you shake me.
I couldn't make it leave,
your voice in my head.
So I dropped a line in your honor...
tipped the stool, then I fell.
thrashing
screaming
foaming
bleeding
desperate hitches
promise an end to the pain...
but my fingers don't believe
and let me down.
A cacophony, more voices,
mighty chorus of death.
They demanded I play your game...
lift you up, let you go.
pounding
throbbing
lessening
darkening
tingles and itches
dance the length of my spine...
I watch your tongue blacken
as you curse me.
The laughs are all joyous,
voices cheering me on.
Every gasp gives them pleasure...
every wiggle, every throe.
spinning
sweating
leaping
dancing
frivolous twitches
to my spasmodic melody...
it's the way I used to dance
on borrowed legs.
This time it worked, though,
and truly, I'm sorry.
Your stool helped me up here
to dance right beside you...
and now
YOU know
how I feel.
Don't blame the voices, though...
it was yours...
yours alone.
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