How loud do I have to be
before I am told to stop screaming?
Even though my words are not heard,
the volume is deafening.
I choke on tears
and memories and
smoke that fills my
lungs.
I look for you in everything
that hurts me.
I know it's getting bad
again, because I crave your
arms around my waist
and your hand around my
throat.
I will scream for you
until your hand tightens
and your face is
the last thing I see.