We smash our words to keep the silence.
They fill our mouths- sharp edges violent,
turning sighs into hazards and kisses to myth. I miss
hearing anything but the glassy crunch
of the things you won’t say on your fillings,
of the thoughts drumming beats in your eyes.
I’ve tried shaping my own lips round “Listen“ and “Love”
but my traitor-tongue twists ’til I’m spitting out blood.
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