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
inside.
I throw my head back.
It starts in my chest.
Scratching up my throat.
The scream,
that hideous…
