I can’t scream or I’ll wake the neighbours
It’s the witching hour
And my soul is on fire
It needs freedom
And peace
And loudness
Yet remains quiet
Silent even
I scream anyway and wake the neighbours
To the darkening night and the rising sun
To the horrors of the world that just begun
To the fall of man
And the rise of wo-without-man
Fuck the patriarchy
Burn it to the ground
Let no man feel safe or sound
Let them tremble in the daylight
Clutching keys between fingers like knives
Let them see how the other half survives
Let them fear the night
As they prepare for daily fights
Against shadows and spells and darkened sights
No words are heard
No screams to sound
Just man falling to the ground
Never to be found
Written: October 1, 2025
Published: January 4, 2026
Photo by Pixabay
