The Noise Inside

Too many mouths, too many eyes
all of them yours.
Faces fold into faces,
laughter beside grief beside hunger beside silence,
tangled in a single skull.
The purple line cuts through like a nerve,
trying to find the edge of one self
where another begins
and finding none.
This is what it sounds like in there.
Everyone speaking. No one listening.
All of them, undeniably, you.

Object number

015.0992