soundwaves

the noise in my head won't let anything be heard.
each scream, each whisper, each laugh, becomes a jumbled mess, incomprehensible even with C A P T I O N S.
the flavors exist, sizzling with the flips, but everyone knows, an abandoned pot boils.
this static sclmrabes all the lines.
i can't be reached.
i sit and wait, wide-eyed, terrified....
listening for the homing beacon to quiet these waves