howl

Ah the howl. It comes from inside me. I howl aloud, I howl silently. What is the difference? I howl. Now, today, last night, I howled, alone, because the Place is gone. The place where I Hide. It is open now. Exposed. I cannot be exposed. I am left with no place to go, except this floral-patterned couch, where I howl.

And now, from the floor, again, I howl. Do you hear? Do you hear me howling?

DAMMIT BUCKLEY, STOP CHEWING ON MY EARS. I MEAN IT.