The Sound of my Aura

keep it down
my eyes roar at me when i finally close them
the cool sheets granting a brief distraction from the bright blue light inside my head
    tentatively opening one eye, the action reveals nothing
       thick haze
          a fog that has mysteriously crept into my room and surrounded my bed

why open them at all?

     my ears itch, swollen with latex foam
          a different pleasure, silence, sweet relief

i lift a lid, once more, to test my world, my will
     damp watercolors in gray
       tissue blots against blinding white paper walls
i'll try again in an hour
keep it down