She was screaming but they couldn’t hear her they were all
screaming and no one could hear anyone else because it was all so loud and
deafening and silent except her she heard it all and them all and was trying to
tell she heard it yes but they wouldn’t listen they were so loud and so busy
and so deaf they didn’t know they were screaming and she was trying to let them
know but they didn’t listen because they couldn’t hear because there was so
much noise and everything was so silent it was clamorous but they didn’t know
because they couldn’t know and they didn’t hear or see her or themselves but
she did and she was screaming at them listen but it was all like laughter mouths
open wide gaping like dead hollow abysses and sound like everything made vocal
by the clarinet twinkling of celestial spheres orbits not held susceptible to
the noise that was or not don’t know no one did couldn’t any better but didn’t want
to either derisive hysterics chortling out tumbling like screams held back not
by chains tied to mirth pulling borders stretching dissolving disappearing
tricks unmapped obscure acted out incognito revolving pirouettes screams or
laughter of course laughter and screams not heard shouted kept down bursting at
the seams all on her mind thumping beating breaths strangling giving life
screaming laughter they wouldn’t shut up she couldn’t.
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ReplyDeleteI had to say this is intelligently written and inspiration for this writing must have been very noble and subtle.
In this, you have created a tense atmosphere which looks eerie. One finds himself in a state of bewilderment when read for the first time . But when one reads it again, one finds human nature in it, which is unpredictable and flawed...the essence of human life.
-Muhammad Usman