The scream

Stumble around in circles, don't look back.
Feel the pain more; burns, stings and cuts, careful not to fall off track.
Selfish you say, what kind of game can you play?
Hot, steaming trickles weep off your skin, puddling upon your angel touch; forming your deadly sin.
Can't stop , won't stop.
Alone. Empty in this room.
Just lay there flat, palpitates within you, feel it go boom. boom. boom.
Nothing.
Fallen, screaming.
How can I release this?
A state of fitting from head to toe. possession.
I must be dreaming.
Far from fantasy, grabbing and dragging into the fire raging hell.
Torture. Someone un-cast this sharp stabbing spell.
Free me from the feeling you to continue to compel.
Speaking in tongues, yes you have your devilish ways.
Hose the fumes out, yes smash and shatter, decline the offer from the foggy haze.
Hear the ringing of all that is left, from the piercing cry that burst out your chest.
Splashing of wellingtons, peer out the condensed window to the infant creating her memories to remember as possibly me?
Become hypnotized by the rain, yet inside, the tsunami begins to take it's stride.
Routine remains, still the same.