Unwritten Thoughts
Saturday, May 5, 2018
help is a cry for the desolate
there is a word
trapped in the bars of my throat
sinking slow
to the depths of my belly
heavy
heavy
heavy
in the doorway of my lungs
someone
pry it
from my sandpaper tongue
from my paper paste saliva
someone
set
me
free
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