5/16 and It Doesn't Rhyme

Did you hear me?
I called out to you with my mind.
Numbers 1:58 branded into the backs of my eyeballs.
And my mind screamed out.
Put me in a bubble.
Surrounded, trapped, but alone.
Folded my guts like origami paper.
Drained my mouth of its wet texture.
Seized my heart, sped its beat up with a 2 and an X.
Did you hear me?
I called out to you with my mind today.
Placed my fingers to my lips.
Tried not to scream out loud.
Window down, hot wind
Flushing over the exposed flesh
Of my bent elbow.
My mind called out to you.
For a second, a minute,
I don't know.
But it's emblazoned on me.
An empty emblem of an amalgamation of memories.
Did you hear me?