REALITY: The Scream

It’s been so long–I can’t remember when, so very long.  But this time, I gave the pain a voice.  Frozen fingers hurt more intensely as they thaw.  For five full minutes, maybe more, I screamed as loudly as the pain within me deepened and involved my inner self down to my soul.  I huddled, crouched down on the floor, regardless of the water running full force from the faucet.  Warm, it had burned me and I howled.  Wrapped in towels, my hands sought warmth from my own body, softer, kinder between my thighs.  I knelt and rocked and moaned until the feeling ebbed before the feeling could return.