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.
AW
The Scream, Edvard Munch
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