voices meshing into one another

I was okay.

It was just a minute ago, I was with some people and I was the king of the party.

Talking, laughing, mingling..

What's going on?

Why is everyone talking?

There's so much talking there's so much talking there's so much talking don't get me wrong I love you all from a fluctuating direction and I mean no

ill will I am not

on the offense

It's just

It's just a little bit

Loud

It's getting louder

the voices are mesh

ingi ngi ng ing

into one another into one another growing out and going into one another

it goes through them all that is how they do it but I cannot do that I cannot do that my chest,

they are touching my chest they are entering my ears and cramming into my breast

to scamper along the edges of my heart organ the apex encircling it becomes my enemy it smothers me I cannot breathe

my diaphragm, nibbling rippling pattering

playing the tissues of its tendon like a guitar that has keys through a hole in the middle

my hiatus becomes stuffed with coffee sopped paper towels that have dried down with words unspoken but the red veins in my eyeballs

completely open

I know it I can hear it

my esophagus makes a joke of the endothelium

playing the wall linings dither in depleting deludings

dudding own its notes like did, dud

the sense I song suffocating

humor her hushed

dad dud dud DAD DID DUD.

ASAFABLA

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