Prompt: What would it feel like to scream until your lungs have no air?
The creation:
I wander up higher
Until I feel far from the ground below.
Reaching out blindly
I think about then
The transparency of us
The derelict building we hid our grief
The taste of desolation, it’s rotting… it’s putrid in the back of my throat.
The stench of air unwritten.
I feel my saliva fall from my chin
vanity evanescence’s
Muscles twitch
Skin itch
I blame the madness on the constant
The merry-go-round that stinks of old vomit and foolish fun
ashes under my feet, cravings contort the sky is barren
winter is haunting summer and spring
I wander alone
My breath a whisper
An Echoing stranger
I meant to say I miss you
But I scream ‘I miss me more’
