There isn't enough real screaming in the adult world. It's all turned internal or into razor blades and bourbon. My lungs are aching and punching for a chance to let a scream slit the sky into shatters. They want to lacerate my ribcage and tear my esophagus into ribbons.
The killer in all of this? Our teachers would always run to us when we had our screaming matches and check our knees for scabs and our elbows for freckles of blood. But now if I let out a scream no one would come running.
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Strange, I just wrote about wanting to scream because no one else does.
ReplyDeletescream anyway. i agree there's not enough of it in the adult world.
ReplyDelete"There isn't enough real screaming in the adult world"
ReplyDeleteIt surprised me how much I agreed with that.
"But now if I let out a scream no one would come running."
ReplyDeleteyou are right... weird I had a similar dream a couple of days ago.... It was me, right now, but back in high school.. I had a meltdown, I ran out the corridors super screaming... I need a good scream..
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"There isn't enough real screaming in the adult world. It's all turned internal or into razor blades and bourbon."
ReplyDeleteScream anyway, keep away the bourbon and blades (well a little bourbon won't hurt..) go, run as fast as you can, dance as hard as you can, and don't stop screaming until they've got no choice but to come x