The Quiet

The Quiet

It moves within me

like a serrated blade

Clawing its way

out of my lungs

into my throat

and it lives

through my screams


Mouth Agape

A hollow voice

As I beg

to be heard

Though I cannot

make a sound

through my screams


The Quiet

in your bed

As the darkness

lies on your head


the screams

only you can hear


The Echoing

is deafening

If you listen

you can hear


it comes near



The Quiet




It’s here




-Copyright: Jennifer K Fuka, 2019

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