I want to scream it
like the sunshine gleaming in the window
like the movement of the moment
the descent of time
streaming slowly into never
... so loud...
... so eternal.
I want to scream it
like the whispers in your ear, persistent
the tick-tock
the rustle of the sheets.
I want to scream it
like the creaking in the branches
the footsteps in the hallway
the clatter of the dishes
the closing of the door.
I want to scream it
like shattering glass
the chatter in the distance
the twisting tornado
the breath from your nose...
the slip of that tear...
the quiet of this moment...
It's screaming at me.