radio

You're a song I can't get out of my head,
Like fingers through my hair.
Twirling every strand,
Unconscious radio of fear.

Repeating the same pattern
In a tapestry of song-
Under my scalp and crawling out
Whenever I'm alone.

My body screams, I rip the seam.
Follow the string, unwind.
I tear this tortured melody
From the fabric of my mind.