Treasure Island

Jessie Jett

(12/31/1989 / Maryland)

Screaming Silence


It's too loud.
But there is no sound.
Emptiness creeps up from the ground.

The space is screaming.
The walls are bleeding.
My lungs burn to keep on breathing.

The room is shrinking.
My soul thrives to stop thinking.
My ears plead just to stop ringing.

But it's too loud.
There's nothing around.
Emptiness is the loudest sound.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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