Please Shush

I could stand to be alone for some time.
Lose myself in white noise, slip into the blur, contemplate the color yellow.
Right now I just don't handle splashes too well.
Or too many teeth, around me all at once, armed like guns with something to say.
Urgent whispers.
Hoarse restraint.

Quiet as papercuts, people steal me away.
Cart my flesh off in tiny crimson piles,
my bones are sore.
Rattling against each other in their anemic cage, ravens circling, my heart beating.

(It's time to go-It's time to go-It's time to go.)

To someplace full of Shush.