i felt the scream being born inside me.
and i felt it raging infentile within me.
a bloody child, fat hands clutching and squeezing at my nerves.
wailing.
it built up, and became fire.
a fire that burnt its way from my stomach, charing my insides.
then a sea, tearing apart my lungs, a beast of water ripping away.
it split me in half, i doubled over.
throwing my head back awaiting the moment when i could finaly, finaly let it out.
corsing up my throat. i laughed as the tears tumbled and fell their way down my cheeks.
and then it died, at the back of my mouth.
its ghost escaping in a beaten sob.
as it had done so many times before.
and i was left the carved out victim to this anger.
that intern was victim to my fear.
and i whent on living, not better, but no worse.
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this really shouldnt be on here but im feeling guilty. its not a poem ither. i dont know.
Written October 8th, 2006
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Everyone needs to let it out sometimes, but in today's society, where people are unforgiving and suspicious, it is hard to find a place where you can howl and howl and howl and no-one can do anything to stop you. Maybe we should go somewhere and scream and scream and scream and scream and not care about what anyone thinks.
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