Sometimes I sing because I cannot scream anymore.
Sometimes I throw things and shout and run upstairs
And lock the door and lean against it and sing
Because nothing is worse than an undone voice
A catharsis of sound
The ground pressing solemnly against my back
Lying down on the carpet
Rug grounding me
LISTEN
Songs like arrows, snapping in the air
Breaking off at the feathers
And restarting
Notes – swallows – crescendoeing into absolute sky-crunching fortes
And-
"Hey, Lilly! Stop muttering to yourself! What are you doing in there, anyway?"
And restarting... and restarting... and restarting...