A Fight.

Close my ears.  Close my ears.  Close my ears.  Eavesdrop.  Never.  Do it.  Ok.  Never.  Listen.  I try, but the noise in my head is already so loud.  Try harder.  I am!  Well, it's not good enough! I know.  What is that rasping hum?  Whispers?  I know not.  Strain your senses.  Work them.  Notice the details! No!  I refuse!   Try!  Be more.  I'm not.  Be more!  I'm not! Listen! What do you hear?  I hear fluttering, quick and harsh chiming, clanging, liquid hissing, lungs, scraping, distant rumbling.  Voices.  I hear voices.  What do they say?  I don't know.  I don't know.  But.  Maybe I'm starting to. . .  Maybe I can try.  I think that a sizzling has dripped out of my ears.  I can hear.