Scream
The room's waiting, like a cage
and blank nothing on the page
draws attention in the dark
waiting, as though for a spark.
But there's something that could fire—
should I run, or still admire
while the monstrous cold white screen,
preparing a built-up scream
—lurking big behind the scene—
suddenly dies, left unseen?
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