Silence HAS Made Herself A Home,
IN THE Walls OF MY Esophagus.



This shouldn't be difficult
I shouldn't be outside your door,
Arm extended, fingers barely touched the doorbell,
Letter threatening to tear through my pockets, words so heavy
Tisk tisk, a time bomb waiting to explode.
Mouth so dry it puts the Sahara to shame,
But I don't leave
I don't leave
Not even as you grab me and our tongues battle.
Bruising my lip a little but I pull you closer because I want more,
If I could feel something other than this thing in the back of my head,
Whether it's your skin against...