A jar of night soaks stars in onyx.

like so many cotton balls in oil.

Beneath the veil of cacophony I spill my secrets

sheenful and bloody.

Inside so much glass walled noise

I struggle to find my mouth

which chokes on cottonballs,

while begging for silence,

for air.

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