Mute

The words run into a wall

blocking my throat 

clogging it 

 

(am I breathing right?)

 

My hands twitch

the words overflowing 

filling my skin

ink

between my fingers 

across the page 

in my veins

 

Someone will see it 

No scream is silent 

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