Behind These Eyes (Poetry)

Twenty two

Angry screams surround me

forcing themselves

to be heard

my brain ignites

my ears scream back

but I swallow the fire

and allow the yelling to touch me

thinking

it won't come back

I almost imagine it throw its head back

laughing

at this assumption of mine

its an inevitable series

one

after another

it doesn't stop

only rises

until my veins are made up of voices

instead of blood

and what happens to me?

I listen

and I listen

then I become a scream myself

-E