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The Scream
by Anita MacThere is a scream that builds up in me
little by little
&
In great s p . u . . r . . . t . . . . s .
I stifle it
(mostly),
but at moments it almost slips
& I feel another Will reach out
& sooth it to a
desolate sob.
I know that
someday&soonenough
it will come out:
befuddled certainty
Of a rage
Or
definitive
Confusion of an orgasm.
06/12/2010 Posted on 06/13/2010
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 06/13/10 at 03:48 AM I love this and how you formatted it as well. It was definetly stimulating. |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 06/14/10 at 04:34 AM This is a vivid read. I knew long before the final word what was to come, so it was almost anti-climactic..... HA! Just kidding! This was indeed effective at circulating thoughts across fiber optics no calls have connected through since wireless cells reached out to touch me. Alas, it was a wrong number after al.... Outstanding! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/15/10 at 10:14 PM Let it come, let it go -- the scream is not for the squeamish, the yesss that decorates the cream... |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/15/10 at 11:46 PM and yet our screams are silent still, as they must be,for someone might hear and grow enraged with jealousy. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 06/18/10 at 05:35 AM ahahaha. witty you witty witty you. i love the spacing. love what it adds to the tension in the poem. even though i picked up on it from the get go (assuming the end was supposed to have an "a-ha effect", it still gave a good punch. worthy of top ten-ness for sure. |
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