You are present.
Then you are nowhere to be found.
There’s no malice.
No head-fuck in your behavior.
You respect your own desires.
I know only pain creates such clarity.
I’m not hung-up on this.
I could give a fuck.
Every time we touch I gleam, sharpened against you.
You are present.
The World’s Quietest Room
Scientists at Minneapolis’ Orfield Labs created their own soundless room, an anechoic chamber. Their studies have found that when putting subjects within the chamber, they begin to hallucinate within 30 minutes.
With an average quiet room having a sound level of 30 decibels, the anechoic chamber’s sound level is -9 decibels. The ceiling, floor, and walls of the chamber absorb sound rather than have it bounce off as normal objects do. The chamber is so quiet that the subjects can even hear their own organs functioning.
Although extremely interesting, the experience is rather unpleasant. Not one subject has spent more than 45 minutes in the chamber alone. Leaving a person to only their thoughts, the chamber could drive them insane.
It’s like my hideous neck tattoo.
It’s never that I’m trying to hide it.
It’s never that I’m trying to show it off.
It’s just there, but I can only see it from certain angles.
I’m certain others see it everyday and just assume I’ve come to grips with it.
But I haven’t.
And I’m terrified.
And I’m excited.
And I’m surrounded by wannabe lovers.
And that’s something, isn’t it?
Proposed dream sequence:
Sleepy Time Train
Taking the appropriate travel ambiens to visit the surrealist hellscape of my subconscious.
“We should let this dead guy sleep.”
-Father John Misty
I start small, I squeak out my disgust, only audible to ears that listen.
I get a pat on the head.
I dream bigger, I flail my silly girl arms. Scratch your face in the process.
You run your fingers through my hair.
I hold my breath till I black out.
I wake up and every muscle hurts.
You’ve made dinner.
You have me
By the neck.