Some actresses are better than others.

The thought flits across my mind
as an axe breaks through a door,
and she turns away screaming.

Sometimes, people just get it.
Her terror is palpable,
staccato screams that
grate on the ears in the most terrifying way.

You can feel your own blood
Rush to your ears,
And your heart beat faster,
Pounding in your throat.

Her screams haunted me more,
As I read about her torture
On set.

Forced to repeat a scene,
An exhausting confrontation
one-hundred and twenty-seven times.

She cowers in the corner 
and screams the same way,
but the actress is no longer
acting.