A sealed mouth, a sewn-in tongue;
The game once again of bloodshed tapestry.
I cannot believe it, the breathless clarity and the
pointless profanity.
Leave me out, and leave my thoughts all alone again.
When the words are like ice to the lips
And syllables are like cement to swallow,
Regurgitate, let it slide through your body.
It’s poison! It’s degradation!
It cannot do any more to me now.
Lying on the bottom of the bank, still, face down
And on the bottom
rung –
There is nowhere left to back out of and escape.
Cold and vacant eyes burn through a bold façade
But still nothing to say.
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