carefully unlace the leather punctured into my lips, undo the intricate patterns steady hands spent years knotting
  stitch by painful stitch
   these years have taught my body to ward against the idea of letting anything slip, the quiet of my own mind is the safest place for anything I have to say for it to reside, for it to eat me up and make me rot from the inside out
   i am in pain, my voice is a tormentor from within
willing it to rumble will be as difficult as using my tight throat
   i need to be ripped away from the comfort of silence
there is much to be said