Beheading

 It was a moment of quiet pleasurable bliss;
The last convulsion dissolves.

And I return to the fourth wall artistically with multi-colored brush
and a palette of hues that would make Da Vinci jealous.
I know how to make a splash of wonder
Excitement
Interest
Fein attention
To their attention
Give eye contact -
Give hand gestures that mean I am
Listening
Listening to white noise...
Listening beneath my skin...
Listening under the beating heart...
That standing still place
Where

I can't tell if my soul is wanting out
Or my skin is fleeing from this soul:
knowing they are both right.

While the cranial radio is blaring out the sounds off their monologue
My outer Macduff betraying my internal Macbeth
And my mouth moves in retort to their expected answer
Auditorially different on the outside than on the inside.
Shuttering that my lingual muscles begin to formulate the shapes
To make those specific air vibrations
As...
I...
hear those regretful words escape
"Yeah, sure. Definitely. I'll call you".