the scream
I am sitting in the shower
The water is not hot, not cold, it doesn’t matter, it isn’t there
I am screaming into my hands
I have never screamed like this before
Not when I thought my brother was dying
Not when I considered my life a waste of time
Not when I realized I was trapped in a box of musts and shoulds
Not when he left with no further goodbye than an overly formal email
It feels good to scream
Screaming is better than crying, even though they rest on the same octave
Screaming is better than turning my back
Screaming is better than letting myself dissolve into the tile
YOU ARE READING
Written in Math Class
PoetryPoetry is nice because I get to dedicate myself completely and totally to writing, and I only have to do it for half an hour. Disclaimer: some of these are about boys.
