No sound escapes me,
but the voices in my head
scream for attention
as my vivid imagination
pictures hurting them,
portrays chopped of pieces of them,
I feel the scream roam
on my lips
and I let my mouth open
and I let all the voices out,
and the quietness disappears,
and with a burst of my lungs
I continue the shrill vocal
on and on and on.