ears

buzzing
one thousand crickets at night
a jungle heavy with the cacophony of life

whistling
one hundred teapots on high
winter winds down a rocky mountain side

a pulsing layer of omnipresent static
melts over every tone that i hear
the clipped signals get further filtering
as they pass to my brain
from my ears

piercing
the aural knives slice and dice
reducing musical flavor to tasteless bits

screaming
a thousand birds in a thousand cages
terrified children running across a stage