Tape Scarred Sirens

The room expands, the air begins to flow,

Tuning out the panic down in the below.

Main character energy, breaking through the tight,

Stepping out of darkness back into the light.

Tiguidou… the pressure breaks,

Surviving the tremor and the phantom shakes.

Substrate equation, oxygen returns,

Clearing out the fire where the fever burns.

Tiguidou… the pulse goes slow,

Stepping through the static into the glow.

Orange line tunnels, chest is feeling tight,

Cold Montreal air cutting through the night.

Fibromyalgia flare, nerves on absolute wire,

No cap, I walk straight through the electrical fire.

Vagus nerve project, reset in the vein,

Taking back control from the phantom pain.

Inhale four counts… hold it in the dark… Exhale the shadow…

keep the living spark.

It’s just a wave

crashing on the shore— It washes over me,

but I am so much more.

Air comes back… Heartbeat steady… Static cleared…

System reset. Tiguidou.