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A Silent Scream


I have never been loud, but I know how to scream without making a sound or making a scene. You start with a thought and then stir in repression, and when that starts to work, add some passive aggression. Now bring up the past every bit that you can, add a teaspoon of that and then do it again. A dash of begrudging adds flavor to silence but do not add too much because that leads to violence. Chop up the faces you make when ignored. It enhances repression if the faces looked bored. Mash it together, beat it down till it’s tough, then you bake it until all the edges are rough. With your hot headed mixture you can now make a pie: use the mixture for filling, for the crust, use a smile.
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