Anchored Down

I want to scream.

And when I do my voice will tear a hole in the sky, salt water will flow through the wound. It will flush everything away in one large wave. I will be carried out onto a sea while all else is washed away.

Then I’ll float there among the deaths of others pushed under the waves. Over the streets and cities where the cars and wars weight are anchored against the floor. Over the debris of a world that never heard my scream in the first place.

I’ll float there and close my eyes. I’ll let that weight inside me float away, the strings that tied me into the ground snapping with the weight of the water underneath.

Until somebody underneath another sky screams again, and the water flows away.