A scream entered the wall,
Piercing the concrete and settling in its centre;
The scream that held her tired breathing,
Her squeezes of his hand, her whispers in his ears,
And his thrusts against her body.
There the scream met another scream,
Hiding deep in the concrete,
Shaken and beaten, dying a slow death.
The other scream held her gasping breaths,
His squeezes of her hands, his words in her ears,
And her pushes against his body.
“Doesn’t she have a lovely smile?” The scream asked.
“She smiles?” The other scream asked in surprise.
“In the end she always does…”
“But I’ve never seen the smile.”
“Oh, you must be an unhappy scream.”
“Or may be, you are a scream of relief, and me of happiness.”
“How will we ever know?”
“Hmm…we could ask her?”
“Does she even know?”