like helium run amuck

sometimes a scream just gets caught in the throat
and it widens eyes
like a balloon just about ready
to plaster skies and tunnels
with all the word junk
filling arteries and firing neurons
a bursting
trying desperately
prophylactically
to fend off nuclear fission
a self implosion
dark matter emulsifying

and the scream just sits in the throat
and limbs desperately need tethering
mind must wrestle with a manicured thumb
pressing upon needy flesh
hips rocking as if it can manufacturer
friction out of the molecules of air

and darkness becomes a silent friend
while moans of lava
squeak out the sides of gags
just hoping
their relished
in the ears of a delighted puppeteer
a witness
a chilling will

silencing the depth of a cry