Edvard Munch has nothing on this

On TH13TEEN she discovered her scream
It was the roar of birthing
before lamaze or gas and air
Before the concept of complete dilation
It was the steel shriek of terror
before language had a word for terror

Descending OBLIVION, her new found voice
streamed behind her, ripping tender membranes
puncturing drums that throb like a heart
She's a white clad woman, crossed and bound
and offered up - screaming like a queen -
to someone else's monstrous god

NEMESIS released her latent huntress
The death yell as she raises the rock
her stomach tight and full of stones
To eat this beast is to not die
To drag this butchery back to her young
yowling with Pinkers meat hunger

Scattering adrenaline junkies and trampling truants
She tucks me under her arm and makes for RIPSAW