maandag 13 januari 2025

Between teeth

I want to be able to keep the words in my mouth,
Taste the vowels as they come out.
But now I weave sound
With panic

And I lose my verbs between the gap in my teeth.
In the taste of iron as my gums start to bleed.
Never once a single deed
Goes unpunished.

Every time my words go I am overcome with fear.
Will I be the next to also disappear? 
Everything already feels unclear,
My health shakey. 

So excuse me as I don't always verbalise well,
And every thought I have makes my brain swell.
I'm trying so hard to be able to tell
Why I'm hurting.

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