July 15, 2012
By DanielleZ DIAMOND, Rochester Hills, Michigan
DanielleZ DIAMOND, Rochester Hills, Michigan
83 articles 16 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Do what you like and like what you do.

I hear the voices
Coaxing the edge of my brain through the silence
Automatic, masculine voices
Or is it singular?
It speaks words?
I’m sure it’s trying to communicate with me
Quivering on and on…

Meshing incoherently in my ear-radio
Feeding me bits of language
Mechanized, repeating syllables out of format
Rhythmic auto-tuned patterns
Yet fluid with the onslaught of nonsense

This is my voice
This is the me I can never touch
Talking to my reflection
It’s saying something
I feel it—we’re connected

Night is lingering on my tongue
The resonant screeches fade, subside
To the mixed song segments of the past

The voice was just a construct.

The author's comments:
I was up really late one night. It was a bad time; I can't really explain. I was stressed, upset, frustrated, lonely, etc--my mind wasn't functioning normally. And I heard something...

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