I AM YELLING

Can she hear me? Can she see the words falling out my mouth?

Can she see the tears pooling at my feet, can she feel the tension as my fingers crack,

as my lungs seem to give out.

I AM YELLING

Can she feel the reasons why I'm trapped? Can she look past my face and see what

I envision? Can she see more than someone with a red and fallen face?

I AM YELLING

But why can't she see my words when I'm throwing them at her? Why can't she feel

what I feel, the rush of boiling water filling up my legs and my arms and my head?

I AM YELLING

But why can't she look at me and see who I am?

i am quiet

And suddenly she understands.