canvas
I do not have the words for
this
this … this …
a scream would give the sound
I’m aiming for a real scream
I can imagine it this scream
only as a more violent form
of the silence I am trying to
break
I can feel the glass behind
which
I am locked resonating
bending
with the pressure shattering
I can sense the shards and
splinters
so sharp I can picture the scratches
and cuts
the spatter pattern on the
tympanic membrane
only to become a sky scarred
with cloud
a blood-red sunset in bright
acrylics
drying slowly
