Diaspora of my swallowed words

Did you ever think that

I wanted to scream?

To never again push myself down

My own nails clawing my

esophagus

and finding no purchase

Instead scratched runes and ruins

into my stomach lining

Declaring my home in its

own displacement

Where the children of screams

(louder themselves)

Will known no other home

than cocooned in acid

When all I want to do

Is return them to the

womb

Of fresh air