I heard your voice again.
It broke me
and new tears ran fresh
from my eyes
in long, painful streams.
I could barely talk.
Every word felt like
an ice pick in my
throat: sharp, deadly,
and deep.
Over and over, I felt like
all the old feelings I had
suppressed and surpassed
came back in a gust
taking me down with them,
making me fragile again.
I couldn't do it.
I gave up.
Your voice kills me too much,
for too long.
I never want it to pass
through my ears again,
or else
it might end me, forever.