The stitching in my throat makes it so my voice can't escape.
Tell you how I feel
Let you know what's real
But it hurt
The thorns stick and dive deeper
The blood makes me gag
I cough up the needles collected from my voice trying to run.
The key held in my fist that aches to be swallowed so it can be done.
Difficult as you choose to be. I will not let those words flow off my tongue, the sound my voice echos down in the bellows of my soul
You swear you'd seen hell before until you see the sharp knife come slicing down into your heart. Pulling everything apart .
I'm a real sweet dream but I'm a nightmare unlocking my voice and seeing what I can truly become .
So locked. And loaded ,hush little one , the time will come, and the clawing in my throat will finally break through
Be done.
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
