i have a scream
that i keep in my back pocket
unused

i am drowning it says i do not have the tools for this world
i was used up thrown away washed up on the shore in a foreign land

the bones of my universe resonate to its terror
those who can hear it can’t help
those who won’t wouldn’t anyways
no point in giving voice into a swallowing silence

but at no moment does it ever go away