Screaming Is BeautifulA Poem by Miss World
I open my mouth and I feel the glowing start in the
pit of my nauseous and ripped out stomach. I feel it start and travel up my raw used throat. Then it comes out of my lips. It feels glorious. It feels powerful. It feels beautiful to finally scream. I do it for hours, until the glowing feeling stops. I do it for days, until my throat gives up. I scream and holler, until the rage stops burning holes into my heart.
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7 Reviews Added on June 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 25, 2011 AuthorMiss WorldNVAboutWelcome to my world; My name is Courtney, and I have a last name too! I'm 16 years of age I write. I dance. And I have an ironic love for Hole. I'm a person. more..Writing
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