when the walls are mush and the floors whisper pain to the touch of my feet as exit signs glow in all the rooms behind my eyes like crystal shards shattering and the expanding reality sucks my blood as swamp leeches fasten to the eyes of dead soldiers... then the primal scream of my soul writhing is therapy only because the sound is real...
a primal scream to break the silence of the nightmare witnessed in dreams or images... love the description in this piece, Jeannemarie... the pain is visceral and that scream is deafening...
I had to read this three times but it is worth it. When all that is left is the sounds than it is the only option to express the pain. This is deep.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
thank you...sometimes people like me who have been happy and well loved through most of their life h.. read morethank you...sometimes people like me who have been happy and well loved through most of their life have days or see things that rip the heartsoul open to bleed out...