In which, I have nothing to talk about
My mind fears
and
I told my body
it was safe. Lies.
Lies.
How does my body feel
about this lie?
Tense.
Everything below
the belly,
Silence
and
absence.
Weight in
my shoulders,
my neck craning
Fluid
weight in
my head,
my nose draining
shoulders a yoke
throat collared.
If I wanted
to scream,
I would be
silent.
My mind
busy
with random thoughts.
My body a
distended porous
rock
I am not in it,
not feeling.
My face hangs
in the air
hiding
my screaming
thoughts.
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