Dumpless Flights.

I swallow in silence,

It clings to me,

Every word I didn't say, but still; pieces lay. Disregarded.

It’s like trying to breathe through the broken glass: the Sharp edges in my chest.

And I scream but it won’t come.

I am swallowed whole by sound,

And I am tangled in the sharpest of things,

But they still latch on, like parasites.

It’s suffocating;

I held you in the silence: stuck beneath my skin. And the smiles I gave you I carved into my lips.

I'm bleeding in the corners, can you see it?

But I wash it down.

One day at a time.

Like a jagged. Little. Pill.