July 6, 2008
By Renee Taylor, Medina, OH

Their screams,
A raging wind.
A lasting effect,
Eternally paralyzing.
Filling you, gripping, holding on.
It won’t let go.
You are hoping that a sliver of sanity,
Becomes a pulse.
A barrier against release.
A barrier against a sonic need.
Whispering thoughts,
Hidden for so long,
Fueled and inspired by rage,
Risen as they destroyed your wings.
Rage, becoming, your all.
Your everything.


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