Why can I hear you scream?
In anger,
as chaos bares its teeth,
shrieking at me
through your unhinged jaws.
In sadness,
filled with despair,
a longing for peace,
a sorrow without cause.
In terror,
ripping through you,
tearing through flesh and bone,
as you stare at fear's maw.
Please,
lower your voice.
I don't want to hear this.
YOU ARE READING
Poems & Short Stories
Short StoryA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
