A Sensory Nightmare

your skin sounds like

a crack spreading slowly in bulletproof glass

and your voice smells like

flat ironing wet hair in a room with no vents

and your words look like

a gun with a pink ribbon tied around the barrel

and your heart tastes like

rat poison carefully mixed into mascarpone

and your hopes and dreams feel like

being underwater and taking a deep breath

but I don’t trust my senses

the sixth one is tapping on the glass