𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 [ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ]

- 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃

The words boil upon the back of my throat

spouting non-stop with simmering hatred for you,

and yet I halt

because the voice that had escaped my lips was no longer mine

but my mother's

and god forbid i say another word with her tongue when i'd promised i would cut it out