yester-morrow’s silent screams give beginning’s end to dreams nothing is often as it seems forfeiters take back their schemes today’s night the living dead wide awake crawls into bed runs clean yet gruesome thoughts through head ugliness the rain does shed tender-soft yet hard as lead painful healing words they said into the bulimic's heart was fed use a bandage; stop the bleed grow a tree to make a seed hungry monsters sometimes feed just to fill the insatiable need followers begin the lead fluffy pillows light full cloud killings legal not allowed silent screaming filling airs watch it hang; drown no one cares the mid-evening morning crutch is silenced by the sound of touch _____________________________________________ wrote that freshman year. first poem that i let anyone other than my mom read. i realized just now i really don't like it. but jess does so i guess maybe someone else might.