However my throat consumes the words
Sometimes it manages a small screech
With a lost ability to articulate
Do you hear the word belt my throat, voiced in a shriek?
To move past my throat; it is just too monumental
So it sinks in my chest and tugs my heart in defeat
Then descends to my feet
I find no other choice than a wish to flee
My suffering, I keep it discrete
My heart, I wish to set free
The word is to be described as a leach
It remains within me
Left expressed through invisible speech
When it has wriggled through my whole body
I undergo its triumph over my sanity
And my emotions become sloppy
Listen; you might here the very word when I sob
“Stop”
By Sarah Libassi
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