screaming silence
It's been a while
since demons have last made a home in mine,
since I've last drowned in a sea of words
seeing so many race across my eyes,
but being unable to grab the right ones.
Every time it happens, I'm afraid
I always sink.
It's been a while
since I've felt trapped inside myself.
unable to communicate, unable to think
unable to do anything but drag a pen
across a thin, recycled sheet -
trying, endeavoring, but failing to
swim.
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