06 February 2016

#6 - The Scream

They say the mind is deeper than the sea
but I am still alive and that is why
they pinch my stupid face and care for me
and coo and hiss my name and look the sky
is full of blood oh boy I don't know what
that means of course I didn't mean for this
to happen in the sky there is a hot
and scouring sound right through the wind can whip
the lips apart because they show me where
I have a mouth I know where all the sound
is coming from this time it's bad I hear
the primal blast unending all around
and then they grab the tongs and yank it out
and silence falls like snowflakes after drought.


The Scream, Edvard Munch

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