POEM: Silence

the scream spiked into existence,
fully formed but unheard,
as from the victim of a slasher film
caught fresh out of the shower

but it couldn't escape
not one chirp or squeak of it

it tried to ice pick its way out through the chest - "Alien" style
but just became a sharp pain
and a pulse heard in the head

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