The opposite of deaf is deaf.
The screeching spines inside your head,
The spiral labyrinth of drills,
Igniting spikes of sound and pain.
The lances pierce your amygdala.
Your lizard mind lies whining back.
The neurone contours spit and flail.
The opposite of deaf is deaf
At night the echo pins are pricked
To vent the agonies of angels
Through the diamond points of scars.
And every slightest scratch sets off
A pulse of blood to silence words.
When deaf the noises never stop.