I Hate Your Music

By
Wires
coiling,
strangling,
my body
Choking
the life
out of me.

My ears
blasting
with sounds.
I hate
this music.

My stomach
gets poked
over,
and
over.
More sounds,
more music
that I hate.

Round and round
like a
carousel.
High,
low,
loud,
quiet.

Tight
dark
spaces.
Claustrophobia
from being
hidden from
view.

Hold me,
push me,
I darken,
I sleep,
waiting
to be used
again.

Poked,
prodded,
plugged.

Easily
replaceable.
My
life.

Old,
new.
Fast,
slow.
Constant
changes.

I hate
this music like
the deaf hate
silence.





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