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When you ask, “Why are you always so quiet?”
Its a big deep breath.
Its an exhale.
It feels so good while its happening
and nothing could penetrate my euphoria
I burst it from the inside out.
The moment makes me forget–
I can believe I am silky and seamless
for a moment I am an eel and I can
its as simple as that.
But when I remember them,
my unmistakable talons,
they will tear my delicate bubble to shreds
Frantically I try to rebuild,
to put the pieces back together
before I let in the whispers,
but it is too late and I shiver in the cold.
The whispers are so cold.
They climb and claw their way into my ears
I wish I could lay there under the weight of the whispers
and say the fault belongs to someone else,
but the longer I lay there,
the quicker I realize
the whispers come from my mouth
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