In the mirror
I often meet this woman
bearing a secret scream-
appalling-
to do that-
yet she’s bearing-
her sweetness is a heavy sigh-
her words….masks-
she stands there in the mirror-
indifferent to the world-
her every cell’s lit up, burning-
scream gyrating-
throat, lips tightly closed
and she’s bearing-
Posted for my prompt Scream @ Poets United Midweek Motif