I fear

In conical
Rhythmic precision
Each vibration
Pierced and split in

Two, from one
The sound becomes
Stereod pain
In mono,
Responding hate

Drumming from within
I fear
The liquid sits atop the ear
The pulse entwined
With that of mine
Corrupts the view from either side

Cynical
Mimic
Disrupter of things ignored
Rebellion of senses
Revolting discorded scores

Underneath my calming breath
There lies another in my chest
Claws connect from stolen seconds
Serrated songs
From quivered essence

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