soundlessness of a potential scream

The tiny dead bird brought in by the cat is wrapped in a paper kitchen towel and interred in the waste bin. The living room is full of fluffy feathers. The cat had spent time throwing the bird into the air, hoping to for more sport from the tiny animal. The cat did not realise that the bird was  quite dead, and would never flutter again.

Try to sweep up the feathers, but they are so light that they just blow out of the way of the brush.

This is the sitting room. It is the wife's realm, every spare surface and parts of the floor are covered in clothing in transparent plastic bags, all of which she hope to sell online some day. The big room has been entirely taken over by the wife and the son's operations, they are practically the only people living here any more. Apart from the paintings hung on the walls it is all a disturbing mass of untidiness.  It is also the son's space, his computer remains are taking over piece by piece

A mass of mess, or a messy mass.

There is going to have to be a change sometime soon. The cat has spread fluffy feathers over everything.

There is potential energy here.

The soundlessness of a potential scream.