Ink

Tangled thoughts block out the flickering fluorescent light

Creeping towards my neck the snakes whisper SSSILENCE SSSILENCE

My screams cannot be heard because I don’t dare make a noise

My right hand slips into my pocket for something sharp but I can only find a pen

I write words on the serpents

Big words for my big thoughts

Their scales stretch into lines and notes of blue ink

Their whispers evolve into an orchestra

Blue string fuels the instruments as the melody echoes

My tangled thoughts unwound into notes of gold that float through the air

Incoming rays reflect off of flecks of the light metal

Projected is a voice

Powered by blue vocal chords wet with ink