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because clawing at my head yeilds nothing

pounding out frustration or pain

I can't rid myself of the laughter

chattering, screaming, dreaming, thoughts,

...change

all mingling bright on speed waves

static clings to the words that are heard

a conglomaration of repetition and anger

battle technique wasn't learned

I sputter and moan in frustration

strange that slitting my throat isn't better

you can't shake the whispers from my ear

redirect them to some other fool

they're wrapped up tight for the winter

my body provides endless years of their food

wipe at my face in abandon

brush all the demons away

they're drinking sweet blood from my brain

twisting together all fears

so what can I do to staunch them

suffocate in the air that I breathe?

or drink down vast pools of water

...distorted urchins...

they're reaching for me