there are no secrets in this house
the emotions are too large.
silence has burned shadows, outlines
of despair etched in the walls.
I have cut my tongue,
bled words through clenched teeth
just to have something to
show for all this nothing.
pulling the dead
from my throat, double
handfuls of guts twisted
in too many broken fingers
I have tried to break free of this
blank expectant page
.
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