I wrote a poem today. It still needs lots of revision and the like, but I haven't written a poem in so long. It feels amazing.
when she opened her mouth to scream there were icicles inside*
hanging from her throat, stalactites
in a cave that only sees light when
it's bad enough to scream.
when face pressed into pillow,
smothered sounds is not enough,
when the energy from deep inside
pushes to the top and the force of it all
is so strong the mouth opens without choice,
when finally she parts her lips, she finds the sound
frozen and dangling at the point
when the world was about to hear
*The title is taken from a skit done by the Neo-Futurists and TMLMTBGB
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