Poison

With the benevolent knife, I cut these words from my tongue

Deep breath in, I hold it down, keeping my scream in my lung

Blood drips from my mouth, raining from my lips

Ripped wide open, torn shreds hanging from fingertips

These cut words roll into a ball, lodging in my throat

These things I can not speak and can not be wrote

I swallow

I choke

I’m hollow

I’m broke

The acid breaks it apart, seeping poison into my bloodstream

Tainting all of my memories and murdering every dream

And still, I smile, knowing that this poison you won’t ever feel

I became the victim so you would have a chance to heal

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