Poetry: The Scream

[thefrogg]

I wrote this back in high school; outside of a piece that was actually part of another fanfic, this is the last piece of poetry I wrote. I've been searching for it for the last, oh, I don't know, 8 years? I wrote it on a school computer and printed myself one copy - bad idea. BAD idea. But I'm really proud of it. I really like it.

And somehow it's rather appropriate to Criminal Minds.::stare::

The Scream

eyes stare
accusing
hiding in the lights
blinding
from the someone running away
away
away from the smell of ether
and the bottles of blood
the too-sterile tile walls
and the fallen shoe
abandoned
left to endure
the hypodermic needles
resting with the knives and scissors
waiting for the hiss of the door
to announce yet another victim
another pair of pain-glazed eyes
desperate for a familiar face
a reassuring touch
but finding only signs of pain
bloody bandages
peering out of the trash can
crutches leaning against
the wheeled stretcher along the wall
the iv tree with leftovers
from another time
searching eyes cut off
by the white cloth screen
with its neat cigarette hole
from whoever ignored
the "danger, do not smoke" sign
a hand reaching out
grasping the surreal security of
a disposable plastic glove
holding no warmth
and turning instead to
the red wall phone
with its blinking white lights
despairing that the caller will listen to
the Scream