Insert Title V


I can’t write for fear of a broken tongue, burning as a

Spiraling monster spilling out confused thoughts;

Ideas traveling from top of head to roof of mouth


Why speak when the noise is heavy, serving only as a

Constant reminder of fragile ears hearing rumors;

Weighted down truth from what is and what isn’t


Maybe blinded eyes see more than what we perceive of them


Where do you house your hate?

To be pulled out when needed

To lose mouth for virtue of wit

Or, what you choose to believe as such…


I slipped on the edge and fell

Down into the hole of hell

No one dares to look into the well

Claiming innocents of ourselves


To read is to acknowledge The Others, controlled as

Writers in waiting to avoid the contact with oily flesh;

Skin’s difference of one person vs the next



I feel it beat

Break, burn, bleed

The heart is weak



It’s not me

I am healthy

How disgusting



Or is it despair?

I wander aimlessly

Deciphering the difference



Always constant

Perhaps a bit cynical

But it’s there

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