The Shriek: New Poems by Alessio Zanelli
The Shriek On the edge of her lip, like a car balanced on the brink of a precipice, the shriek has halted, swaying. Just one spasm, and all of her anger would gush down noisily, sweeping sighs and placid thoughts away. We could try to rescue those inside the shaky car before it plunges to the bottom of the crag, but nothing curable is in that mouthful of vibrations. And the force of a thousand hurricanes locked in a chest…