Until The Brew Boils _ with "Adagio"

Until the brew starts to boil I hear noise in my head  
ransacking the corridors of my mind speaking in my  
tongue of mortals who have passed, they whisper  
and scream, creating a war only I can witness, a  
turmoil that teeters on the edge of hallucination, yet  
I know it's no illusion kicking off my shoes as if in a  
Pentecostal Church. Tattooed by razor blades  
hearing the voices fade away as I tuck my anxiety  
into the bottom of my purse next to my cell phone      
an attempt to keep them at bay and shut it all down  
so I can finally breathe in the oxygen that seemed  
to have eluded me for ages