Inside, I Scream
abuse · poetry · writing

Inside, I Scream

V.J. Knutson

(Warning:  trigger)

It wasn’t for want of terror –
inexplicable horror
caused me to quake

There was no one to hear –
a remote lair, boarded
ensured the perfect crime

Even in the aftermath –
self erased, movement
adrenalin automaton

Even then, no sound,
voice stifled by guilt
certainty blame was mine

Art of dissociation
keeps me now, surface
calm – shame numbed

The scream a silent
reverberation
tearing at my soul.

(For Ragtag Community’s daily prompt:  scream.)

 

Published by V.J. Knutson

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

31 thoughts on “Inside, I Scream”

      1. That’s really odd…. I don’t know what’s going on. If it helps any, I usually post on Mondays and Wednesdays. I’ve been trying to get them done in time to post early in the morning, but I don’t always make that deadline…. Thanks for re-following – I hope WP gets things sorted out soon. Sending hugs your way!

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