#333432 added March 7, 2005 at 9:40pm Restrictions: None
Screams
I scream sometimes.
I scream sometimes like a woman impossibly trapped in the vicegrip of labor, because nothing on earth but screaming can help her.
I screamed like that tonight, looking at those pictures of Jean's life before me. I screamed because they are written in a language no one will ever translate for me. I can never know what they meant to her.
I screamed because I felt the pain of what I have forever had taken from me, because nothing else could help me.
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