Only A Squeak
She tells me to write it out,
to shout at the page
and scream at the top of my pen
but she doesn't know
that my heart is stuck in my throat
blocking the air, holding the breath
and silencing the truth
that has no words
for the absence felt in the vacuum of space
where my feelings used to be.
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