Cicada Roar II
Afternoons harsh with swirling and clinging
Bulbous orange eyes
Veins etched on translucence
Window to darkness
Equal parts disturbing and eerie, beautiful and bizarre
The bourbon brood buzzes, no reprieve for my fried psyche.
Rest offered a bit of respite from the crush of pain
And still the pulsating drone of brooding emerged in my veins
My high-pitched anxiety, abdomen’s whines not for a mate
But to attract peace behind social eviscerate-tion.
Did one get inside?
A single loud repetitive click startles, unseen, infinitely felt,
Deafening, inescapable.
Sapped, I suffer the piercing gloom, ooze draining,
Root to survival, betrayal intensely etched, overspill translucent eyes,
Hope for the will to shrill shriek my significance until shadows subside.