|Hearing With My Heart
Author: Doxology PM
I was schizophrenic before. [kalamazoo!]Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 194 - Published: 11-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2434871
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Hearing With My Heart
Johnny Cash is all over her iPod.
Something feels different when he plays.
He blows my mind every single time,
I think that I can't change.
This theater's walls are pulsing.
We're trapped at the bottom of his thumb.
When he plays at us, he refers to us
all as if we're one.
She just can't help but take out her zippo,
and wave it around by his head.
Like she's worshipping him, acting as if
everyone else is dead.
The ceiling itself is starting to sweat.
We're trapped inside of his pulsing neck.
It's warm enough, when out cheeks touch,
our lips stayed put, we didn't have the sense.