Sometimes the quiet makes me feel uneasy

My heartbeat evens out, stops skipping

When a cacophony invades my space

My parasympathetic nervous system smiles

And winks at chaos for stroking it open

And releasing Xanax into my veins

They loosen up and dance to the noise, my veins

Their provocative moves make the prudes uneasy

They stare with their mouths, their teeth wide open

Weighted pants, their breathing starts skipping

Each brawny exhale bicep curls and smiles

Permeates every small and empty space