uneven surfaces

Can’t shake the sense that
something is enveloping my body and trying to penetrate at every
breaking point.
Its voices are trumpets together
they put out the light, tuck me in,
raise a rubber knife to my chin.
So I riot when wriggle:
twist your tongue into my body, divide and discount me:

Cracking my jaw into tiny and solitary pieces and

I’ve got this claw scattering my brain into tough pieces.