She jams the headphones in her ears
not so much for music, but more for refrain.
A musically-induced comatose state;
her rhythmic meds to cure the pain.
An audio pill that drowns the world;
a morphine dose shot in through the ears.
Leaving no trace of the volatile drug
that hides the cuts and stems the tears.
The sound-waves imploding; collision ahead
they crash and they roll ‘cross the shore of her soul.
Her heartbeat explodes as the music begins;
it heals all the scars that have taken their toll.
Harmonically sheltered; saved by a song.
A life-saving surgery that’s purely poetic.
Her drug, her sweet morphine injected by earphones.
Her ever-melodic, lyrical anesthetic.
Nothing is more painful than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him. (Unknown)