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Unspoken words

The unspoken words grapple at my throat.
Searing, swelling up.
Tear them out. Clutch them.
As you’re clutching me now.
 
Holding them inside is heavy.
Despair for relief, release, relinquished control.
Aching fingers grasping.
Knawing. Biting. Drinking in.
 
But no sweet release will come.
I swallow the unspoken words.

2004

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