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The Screeching Loud
The Screeching Loud
The Screeching Loud
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The Screeching Loud

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A debut collection of poems that take you through the journey of the pain of losing love,  the process of healing, and the rekindling of the love of self.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 20, 2020
ISBN9781393740001
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    The Screeching Loud - Portia Carr McBride

    the screeching loud

    there seems to be a raging war in me.

    I keep hearing these loud bangs and pops that are as close as they are distant.

    like sharp clashes and battle cries.

    the soundtrack to a feud within.

    between right and wrong.

    fear and courage.

    tiny and huge.

    vital and mundane.

    clear and muddy.

    light and dark.

    truths and lies.

    silence and the screeching loud.

    echoing through the hollows of my Mississippi bones.

    at first, I told myself I was nuts.

    hearing things? things i was neither sure of nor could describe.

    but. I couldn’t dismiss this.

    one night ...I really listened.

    you ever read a line in a book and then realized you didn’t really read it?

    had to start again?

    yeah.

    I did that.

    honey, your body will pull out all the stops to get your attention.

    nag you.

    yank on your pants leg. whine.

    like a child.

    so, I turned over onto my back.

    and listened.

    nothing.

    deep breath.

    nothing.

    i was just about to give up and turn back onto my side.

    that’s when I heard it.

    a loud crack.

    I jumped.

    a few days later, another loud.

    a thud. so heavy my hands flew up to my ears reflexively.

    the weary moans came a little later.

    low, mournful hums.

    but I didn’t hear these in my head.

    they vibrated from the walls of my chest, right above my heart.

    this was no war at all.

    it was defeat. it was massacre.

    a bludgeoning.

    my ancestors let me know

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