There are screams travelling across rooftops tonight,
Making their way to my ears and yours.
Screams emanating from a fire that burns within a soul so wounded and torn.
Do I shut my eyes to the noise and pretend I hear nothing?
Somewhere, someone is in pain.
Another minute goes by.
I turn to look at you and I know you hear it, too.
The screams grow louder.
Why do we pause?
Are we so absent from life?
I remember that time we argued.
Our voices shrill with anger,
Our hatred boiling over.
To your cries or mine.
The screams grow fainter.
It was no use trying.
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