The loudest screams are the ones-
never really heard out loud.
Muffled,
and withered on pillowcases-
alone.
Buried within,
Tight knots-
like stones in your throat,
that ache.
Whose weariness eventually reaches
your chest-
Aching.
Pounding.
Unexplained.
Sometimes, pre-wake up, wake up 10 march 7.30-ish am.
Tried to remember from memory and recreate at a much later hour in the day post-work.