screaming silence
from the top of my mind
loud god damned noises
that go on and on
burning ice
starts the firewater beads
of liquid that drip from my frow
my wet hair singes
from red hot thoughts
that keep the mind wide open
while the eyes are shut quite tight
the saliva slowly flows down
the corner of my mouth
and falls from my chin
to the puddle
on the coarse cold concrete
below me
i will awaken
from this comfortable torture
and be relieved for a while
until i realize
that i shall fare far worse
as i hear my cell door open