My insides have never screamed so loud
In silence.
The artist inside is dying
But she’s not going down without a fight.
I’m rooting for her
Even as I continue choking her cries
With text box
After text box
After text box
After text box
After text box
Until the pain in my wrist
Lets out its own desperate, silent cries.
How much is this paycheck
Really worth?
by Julie Blue 