[mood|A grief without a pang - void, dark, and drear; A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief Which finds no natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear-]
(i've been screaming so long now i've been silenced: so constant you can't hear me anymore; nestled my sound into the everyday, i'm nothing in particular you pick up. i am familiar. granted. and when i stop? that's when i'm heard. the space around me stands still, unsure how to carry itself anymore. i am like that. necessary. (the throat of.))
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the stretching sigh in your lungs
& how your throat is becoming raw
from all the screaming
that you are not doing.
xo.
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