Mad Girl

I hear her screams,
In my ears they run.
Each word tied together
In a shreik undone.

Is that really what
Resides deep inside you?
Does it live,
Is this true,

That those sounds,
Grotesque the hues,
Are packed deep down?
What's a simpleton to do

With a mad girl?
Even if I tried,
Not for the world
Would she change her mind.

-Randy Chavarria

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