Help!
I'm screaming out
and the echo
is drowned
or suffocated
by the sound
of the wrappers
crunching
of the teeth
grinding

of the splash

as the refuse
turns to ash
from the burns
in my throat
and I choke
on the words
and the call
is stuck
behind the smile
and the false

laughter

in my eyes
behind the tears
that I cry
each night

muffled

by the silence.