section iv.
THE FRAGILE❛ the closet is cold, surrounding me with emptiness and darkness,
around me echoes broken fragments of words that never were
and words that never will. i try to escape but i cannot move,
trapped in the emptiness that keeps me under,
drowning in my sea of tears and darkness, being held under by the monsters
in my mind that are too strong for me to fight. calling out to the sunlight that
peers through the crack of the closet door, but my throat is covered
in ice and my vocal chords have been cut away by the monsters in my mind
so that all i can manage is a gasp, choking on air and emptiness,
choking on words that never were
and words that never will. ❜( anonymous. )
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what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3