The silently sounding shouting is
surging louder and sharper

and she

begins to feel the buzzing vibrate
through her skeletal structure

as she

slowly stalls her spirit spins
with a distressing sense of loss
of a solid place to stand

so she

scoops out her soul
presenting
a sliding glass door that is
constantly swinging her sanity

and she

‘backs and forths’

so she

scrambles her hands
to her screeching mind
and into the slippery source
of senseless savaging

as she

softly sighs while shadows
surround her shockwaved aspirations
successfully soundproofing

her asphyxiation.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/30/03