The screams

The dark

Tears run down a trembling face

Hands clasped over mouth

She holds her breath at the noise

Noise

Threats

Screaming

Screaming

The dark

She sits there in the dark

Unable to take it

A journal sprawls itself across the floor

But she has no idea what to write anymore

Tears blur her eyes

Tears blur

Words

Scrawling her feelings across the page

Poetry allows her to breathe

This is why I write

I write to breathe