Concussion #2
Hear me.
I have words inside
but my
the word
I see an image
My word is no!
No
don't stare at me
no
don't sit there as I search
calling out. A lost child
in the wind.
There!
the word is no and it was
locked up inside of me.
Chained. Barred. My word was. My word was.
But it is no longer.
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