Convulsing for a taste of what the doctor says is you, the cold damp shade of the mountain is me

I turned off the T.V. with buttons worn  

i laid down the phone with eyes that could see  
 
goddammit i just wanted silence    
but far be it from me  
 
there soared the crickets chirping  
screams void into the black  
 
the air conditioner's condensation  
with a buzz of fans churning ever forward  
 
the night consumed me as sushi  
raw and freshly caught in carnivorous nets