A stack of poems beside me
Hours and thousands of words
All written on lined paper
All whirled and blotted down
***
A collection already
I smile
And my teeth glint
In the sunlight
***
Fingers chasing letters
As I type;
S c r e a m A t M i d d a y
I entitle
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Mind flashing
Mind harassing me
With the thought
Of keen sharp pain spurting
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Scream till it bleeds into nightfall
Continuing hysterically as you run around
That shrill wrathful maddening wailÂ
Rocketing across the house
***
Scream at midday
When the Sun's rays are brightest
Scream at midday
When it burns like oblivion
***
Pull it off and get an icepack
As my face distorts in worry
Legs numb with your pain
I can hear you crying
***
"Stop it, Frances. Stop it."
Mom accuses in dread
But I hardly hear it
Over our throb
***
Throat dry
As you're rushed away
But it still stings
And the icepack is clinging
***
They wrap it in bandages
And my hand stiffens
"The skin is gone and the nerve ends exposed."
Mom glares when she gets back home
***
My eyes widen
And I gulp
And swallow with guilt
Though I did nothing
***
Face squaring again that night
As they dab with Dettol
My hand squirming as I watch
"It didn't hurt. It was just cold."
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But I wanted to cry, brother
You see, I love you
And I never want to see you hurt
And I'm always guilty of everything I don't do
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