This Is the Room

This is the room where you tore your own throat out and left wet pulp dripping down the embossed roses of the wallpaper. This is the room where your screams started and didn’t stop; where you screamed until blood poured from your lips. This is the room where you finally screamed your mother away from the television. …Jesus Christ why is she screaming like that can you shut her up what did you do to her stop that screaming or I’ll give her something to scream about… This is the room where you screamed the blinders off the neighbors, where … Continue reading This Is the Room