I Heard A Mother Scream

Dec 8th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

I hear a mother scream. She is haunted by the ghost of all the empty tomorrows, the house that doesn’t creak in the night, the silent graveyard safe from superstitious breath.

The desolation of her scream, so familiar, pierces into me. We’re both tormented by the life still left to live, unable to excoriate the soul from the skin.

She seeks consolation in her refusal to accept the well meaning lies of those unable to withstand true despair.

I too have that scream inside me, its silence continuing to bounce off the walls, the pain reverberating both inside and out.

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