by Donna R. Carter, copyrighted 1997, all rights reserved.
I found the scream that welled within
upon the thought of trying
yet again
to be vulnerable.
It swelled up in a growl:
a fierce, dark bowl of fury
of pain.
a near-vomiting,
ugly sound
writhing and slithering
yet
ripping and shredding my lungs
with raw
and horrible
sounds.
An unearthly, screeching groan
with such an ugly face behind it.
a dying
cry
RAW
that feels like
being skinned alive
and then covered with alcohol
and then
being lit by a match
I will NOT be vulnerable AGAIN.
I WILL NOT!
I found that scream,
but I did not let it out.
It was too horrible to be heard
even by me.
