The Visage of Thought: Part 1

     I Scream

I Scream. I’m suffocating; this world saddens my soul. I’m an anomaly. I don’t appeal to most because they see my skin as a disease that seeps through their souls and summons a sorrow they can’t defeat.

I Scream. This scream steals the breath from my lungs and each time, it echoes into the shallow sides of my mouth. How come I’m a Siren but all this world seeks from me is a sigh? I’m screaming, stand at attention and see this shine.

I scream, so goddamn let me speak.

I know this scream steals your peace and prompts unease, but don’t shoot it’s too soon.

    Don’t shoot, it’s too soon.

Prose by Kea Mooka

Photo by Sameera Soorjee Photography