1 week ago. December 12, 2024 at 3:52 PM
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.
