"You're not talking, huh? I guess you burned your tongue on all those lies after all," she said bitterly.
I want to speak the truth. I really do, yet every time I try to come clean, words stumble and fall back into my throat. The more they struggle for air, the faster they sink back in, just like quicksand.
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PoesíaPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
