Eleanor Rector
The Scream
after the painting by Edvard Münch
I am maelstrom&cacophony of violent colors / the entwining&writhing of blushed hues / inconsolable in strident evening-light / in bright silence that sinks my diaphragm into trails of spirit-breath / muscles stripped into silk / each like shriveled flower-stems tangling in the splintered fence on directionless roads, paved into undiscovered cliffs
I am exhalation detained&frozen into place / horizons formed from shadows&dissonance / spliced into angles&lines / kissing each eyelash / weaving them into spider-webs / knotting my eyes into their sockets to desiccate&decay
I am inevitable / melting through time/into the twilight before obscurity / into impenetrable evening-light / into the binding&burning / the tearing off of limbs for firewood / the sinking&drowning in sacrifice to nameless gods / the dousing into static& discordance
I am iridescent screams restrained inside fissured vocal chords / flamed with fear so incendiary it ruptures my lungs / blistered along this furious skyline
