Beyond the footlights all I see
a sea of sclera and iris
floating in darkness watching my every move.
Inside my heart - a mess of electrical malfunction
My brain a constant chatter of synaptic misfire
My hands a different temperature
Leaking perspiration - yet cold.
Sounds attempt to emanate from my biological speaker
And my esophagus slowly closes
My screams sound like whispers.
Whispers that can't be heard over
The jackhammer inside my ribcage.
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