I’m hearing screaming in my head again. The sound so far away and so intimately close. It tightens my chest. The sound of utter terror unforgiving loneliness desperate pain. I hear the screaming in my head again. All attempts to silence it simply lengthen the course. It echoes in me filling a great space as if I were hollow. It echoes as if I was not flesh and bone soft and porous absorbent countinuing on as if I were an infinite space fading only at the edges where distance overcomes the reach of senses. I ring like a struck bell with the sound of screaming the voice, though within me, mine and and not mine agonized, unyielding, unhearing, unseeing, always the one note, high and stripped raw the disembodied stopping for breath going momentarily quiescent the harried stillness waiting for the cycle to start again.