Anxiety Screams

silence shattered slaughtered schemes bloodied corpses clawed adulation bathed in screams struggles strip flailing flesh torment taunts with reeling stench faces drawn are mirrored pain painted with a Picasso’s strain I fled the picture frame not fit to follow the rules and beat the Satanist schools that raged to wedge me in their sadistically sculpted skin over the years that have passed I have settled and see at last a square peg in a rounded hole robust sturdy and hailed whole