My brain singled me out today.
It whispered drastic taunts,
Made me follow down a line of thought
That echoes in my brain.
A rock thrown in a lost of caves.
I did not want to hear
So I screamed in silence.
Can’t disrupt others.
The ache of physical work
Fired the ache in my mind,
I wanted to beg the girl next to me;
Don’t you hear it?
Don’t you feel it?
But we worked on in a
haze
Of desperate panic.
A tightened chest and
A scream that wants you to think it’s from the future,
When it’s really from the past.
How I am shaped from these screams,
They have corroded my solid rock formation
Leaving a worn down core,
Empty holes speckling the
once full.
Lily Portman 