Scream

I feel it waiting
building
biding its time and pretending
that it can remain a thought but I know that it’s real It gathers itself. It gathers me. A black hole, bending bending myself; an unseen mass, pulling my body my soul consuming every cell and atom a singularity preparing to burst forth and unleash itself across the universe spilling out into space and time and oblivion It will be heard I will be heard