“feel quietly,” i have been told.
“feel quietly,” i have whispered to
the face in the mirror, pretending like
my voice isn’t full of shattered glass
and promises meant to be broken.
and i have, for far too long, forgetting
what it’s like to raise my voice and
hear my echo reverberating around an
empty room. quiet, silent, wordless; all
for the sake of wearing a mask that
hasn’t quite fit all my life. all for those
sacred few who i saw through stained
glass and thought foolishly, hopelessly,
that someday they would let me scream.
and my lips have been sewn and my
throat has been cut and my tongue has
been ripped out and i have been choking
on blood and bile and bitterness but—
“feel loudly,” i have started telling the
face in the mirror, and the smile
she wears is one i can hardly recognize.
(i will not suffer fools anymore,
i am thunder crackling. i am a wolf
howling at the moon. i am the shriek of an
ancient and wild thing that echoes in the
shadows of the night. i am the laughter you
hear as your eyes flutter shut and your mind fills
with sweet nothings. i am the sigh in which you
linger as you watch the first rays of dawn
grace your bedsheets, warm and wanting.
i am a cacophony, unapologetic
and unforgiving, sharp fangs and
daredevil eyes—let me sing, let me scream,
let my words rip from my throat and
suffocate you in their zealousy
feel loudly. love boldly. scream and laugh
and weep and sigh and let yourself be
heard. for you have unburied my voice
from its hollow grave. you have sprinkled
the ashes of a life worth living in the coffin
and carved a better name upon my tomb.
you are the sun whose light beckons,
not blinds, and for you i will sing
and scream until the stars go deaf.
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