Ryan (im_in_disguise) wrote in theunarmedm1nd,

this poem is noise.
it’s clanks and chimes
caught in slamming doors
like cats’ tails

it’s pots and pans
crashing cars, radio
static and breaking glass
chalkboards screeching while
babies are crying because
of fire engine sirens,
somebody screaming
fuck off fuck off fuck off

this poem is dynamite
going off in a small room.
this poem is noise and it
fills my head when I think of you
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