choking on the words
trailing after air.
if i let them from my mind
used wounds might mend.
words warn on loss,
but immobility taints too.
words not said twist
just like words not meant.
this is closing in on a climax
of silence & scars.
time always wrestles some cost
from the hardest of white, won't knuckles.
maybe loss can be gain
if whispers get out.
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