Lesion

My throat Is swallowed in the sound I've got no one But everyone's around Tethered to the earth With a headphone wire It's so easy to forget that those stars are made of Fire Someone screams, but I am made of plexiglass Hold the speakers to my eardrums like an aluminum mask In the passenger side, sweating soundwaves and sonograms Pulsing along my spine like a needlepoint battering ram Less of a lesion, more of a deliverance Jesus Christ, I think I've spent my whole life listening To the voices of the strangers Who know my feelings better than me Under my cumulus sheets And my nails Are peeled down to the bone Myelin and fractured strings line the curtains of alone Oh god, I'm home And silence Is a secret I can't keep Haunted bores and quaking chords, ablutionary sleep In this symphony of dreams Pledge of allegiance Rose to Youth Decay at thirteen Still blows my mind how Corin pitched her soul into her rhymes Cloaked in the voices of the strangers Who feel my feelings better than me Under my bedwetter sheets Your words coiled under my sleeves Layers of me folded into the seams Your words under my sleeves Layers of me sewn into the seams