Hush. By CpSingleton © 2014
Stop making those utterings that
Make me want to peel off my skin
With a plastic spoon.
Slowly and painfully you make me
Want to scrape away my own flesh.
The noises you make cause
My blood to curdle and
Block my happiness gland, so
There are torturers, this
Dark world over, who would
Welcome your skills.
Although, I’m sure that even they
Fear the terrible circumstances
Your voice can create.
Please shut up!
In the long hours that night brings,
Your voice, like a cat in a toaster,
Replays over and over. It fills
The light places I have cultivated.
It screws my spine like crumpled
Just shut up!
Comedy uses the voice, the
Internal monologue, in a warm,
Reflective way. Why can’t you
Be the same as JD?!
A joy instead of a menace.
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