Lesion

My throat
Is swallowed in the sound
I've got no one
But everyone's around
Tethered to the earth
With a headphone wire
It's so easy to forget that those stars are made of
Fire
Someone screams, but I am made of plexiglass
Hold the speakers to my eardrums like an aluminum mask
In the passenger side, sweating soundwaves and sonograms
Pulsing along my spine like a needlepoint battering ram

Less of a lesion, more of a deliverance
Jesus Christ, I think I've spent my whole life listening
To the voices of the strangers
Who know my feelings better than me
Under my cumulus sheets

And my nails
Are peeled down to the bone
Myelin and fractured strings line the curtains of alone
Oh god, I'm home

And silence
Is a secret I can't keep
Haunted bores and quaking chords, ablutionary sleep
In this symphony of dreams

Pledge of allegiance
Rose to Youth Decay at thirteen
Still blows my mind how Corin pitched her soul into her rhymes
Cloaked in the voices of the strangers
Who feel my feelings better than me
Under my bedwetter sheets

Your words coiled under my sleeves
Layers of me folded into the seams

Your words under my sleeves
Layers of me sewn into the seams