RDP Monday: SCREAM
There are no locks on the doors
in the rooms where nothing lives.
There isn’t a single sheet of glass
the window frames at the house where nothing comes in and nothing ever leaves.
Nothing is down in the basement
nothing lives in the walls
nothing is rotting in the attic
nothing was forgotten in the kitchen cupboards.
Nothing is in the dead house
at the end of the road
from where you live, from where I live.
And In that prison
nothing screams in it’s endless terror
without ever taking
a single breath.