In the mirror

I often meet this woman

bearing a secret scream-


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