Disorientation Buds

Confusion sets in like an anchor, hooking deep, piercing, distinctly, I can’t even scream, my lungs left soundless, murmurs tainting. Breathing in, gushing of noise; swooping eagles come nibbling on ears, poisoning, intoxicating, my stream of thoughts- blended. Freckles on my face burning up, as words stay flat on my tongue; melting away to a room of, hushed- unspoken, complicated words.