I, The Scream

By Anchita Jayaprakash Narayan

Head screams—

Hours stretch, unraveling.

Consciousness flickers,

frays,

disappears

Loud thoughts—

This, that, them, these.

Reality? What's that?

Touch?

No. Just a notion.

But—

No. Just thoughts. Words. Emotions.

SCREAM.

Faces. Pictures. Memories.

WEEP.

Someone calls—

No, child. Just a lie. A notion.

But—

Shut up. Shhh. Listen.

The head is screaming.

Bleeding.

Rotting.

Everything else is just a notion.

I am trapped.

“...”

MY THOUGHTS ARE BA-

Foolish child, you are my slave!

But I am free—

Just a notion, child.

“...”

Who are you?

I am the scream.

The voice in your head.

Your rightful master.

And me?

You who listens.

You who obeys.

You, my humble slave.

By Anchita Jayaprakash Narayan