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I scream so loud it's silent.
My throat closes from the tension,
the violent vibrations
stay stunted inside.
Perhaps one day I'll explode,
I pray for that, you know,
to just spontaneously combust
from the pressure
of each shriek left unheard
unyelled
unsung.
My inner melody is a screech
that makes dog whistles
sound like cooing newborns.
A screech that would put an owl to shame.
Yet no one sings along
and no one dances.
Least of all me.
They cover their ears
and I, my face.
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Lolly Vieira
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Comments (2)
Feels as powerful as the scream, but that line on no one singing along is heartbreaking, too
Whoa this one hits deep! Sometimes the quietest voices carry the loudest truths. Your silence has a sound! 💖