Mouth and Ear
Sometimes my mouth
whispers to my ear
without movement; I feel the
vibrations travel through
my head.
I'd spy on it, clamp it,
but it says vile, shocking
things I never
would.
The sound
resonates within me.
My ears try
to cut the cord
but only amplify the screech:
inside me a giant ring
is ringing and I can't
let others hear it.
Copyright © Jimmy Qin | Year Posted 2016
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