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I've had this sharp piece of bark between my throat the back side and the front. It would close my throat if I sang. I had to sing. I would feel my throat closing feel it hurt make myself believe that it would be fine. I had to be fine. I wonder how people yell do their throats not close up? I hear my mom yelling over the phone a different kind of sickness. She's unhappy with a life she is not living. She's living here. With me. But her rage shot through continents found it's way back where her mind lives. That's a sickness. Your mind and body being in different places. Sickness is living here. I can't tell her about how my throat closes how loudness isn't possible for me. For I must have swallowed every tooth pick to feel the abrasions in my throat. I swallowed every toothpick. I let myself swallow further. Let that bark fall farther in to my stomach. Wake at night when it hurts, when it begs to wake. Let myself be hurt. I don't tell her how I close. I close my eyes. I dream that I am living elsewhere. I am sick. My mind is living where my body is not. I am dreaming of a world where I can be sick.
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Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 9:34 AM UTC
Sickness
I've had this sharp piece of bark between my throat the back side and the front. It would close my throat if I sang. I had to sing. I would feel my throat closing feel it hurt make myself believe that it would be fine. I had to be fine. I wonder how people yell do their throats not close up? I hear my mom yelling over the phone a different kind of sickness. She's unhappy with a life she is not living. She's living here. With me. But her rage shot through continents found it's way back where her mind lives. That's a sickness. Your mind and body being in different places. Sickness is living here. I can't tell her about how my throat closes how loudness isn't possible for me. For I must have swallowed every tooth pick to feel the abrasions in my throat. I swallowed every toothpick. I let myself swallow further. Let that bark fall farther in to my stomach. Wake at night when it hurts, when it begs to wake. Let myself be hurt. I don't tell her how I close. I close my eyes. I dream that I am living elsewhere. I am sick. My mind is living where my body is not. I am dreaming of a world where I can be sick.
Its been a bit since I used this site
#horror#sickness#abuse
Eldritch_Cutie
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Eldritch_Cutie
20/Transfeminine
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 9:34 AM UTC
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