Confessions of an Alcoholic

Your whispers screamed to me all day…wasn’t that enough??? STOP. Go away.
I’m begging you to leave me alone. I gave you everything once. My family, my husband, my career, I almost gave you my life�"and yet your whispers scream to me.

I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Someone speaks, but their voice is far off and muted.

Your whispers scream to me�"roaring in my ears and exploding through my head. Please. Please. Please???? Please stop screaming your whispers.
I am over-tired. I am hungry. I need to be held and loved and soothed, but I can NOT because your whispers scream to me and distract me from sleep, food, love--breath.

Your whispers scream to me.

Reviews

[Walter Scott Morrison]

WOw that seems like a powerful conviction

[roarke]

whispers screamed. There's an urgency here. The connection with breathing is helping to drive that urgency. Distracting whispers.... something a bit different. I want to know more about the whispers, the motivations behind the whispers, the relationship to the whispers... the reactions, consequences and symptoms of their manipulations are crystal here, but what of the whispers?

Very dramatic, strong, I think the urgency gets through to me the most. Powerful stuff.