Harpy screeching.
Sucking sharp teeth.
Cursing the world.

High pitched keening,
deafening those too close.
Driving us mad.

I try to smother the noise.
Drown it in a sea of heavy tones.
Words slither in.

Oily tendrils
slipping into my ears.
The chaotic thrum of laughter.

No matter how far I run,
I’m always brought back.
Trapped in this prison.

As the days progress,
and the seconds drag,
I feel terror settle in.

Even when she is gone,
I still hear her scream.
Oh God..

Oh God, please, no
The sounds are

I throw my head back.
It starts in my chest.
Scratching up my throat.

The scream,
that hideous…