words unspoken,
swallowed and trapped beneath our bellies.
bite them back,
don't let them flow.
don't imagine a river of syllables,
of poetry
slipping from your lips.
if you speak, they will hear the tremble in your voice.
they will hear the weakness and they will tear you apart.
i hear that they can smell fear,
better buy some perfume.
sew your mouth shut as to keep it from flapping;
don't imagine the white sails of a boat.
you will never be brave,
you have never been brave.
breathe the minuscule pride you have left
and keep it in your lungs,
do not exhale.
for if you exhale,
they can feel your breath on the back of their necks.
YOU ARE READING
story ideas and poems
Acakjust a whole bunch of story ideas i will probably never go through with maybe a few short stories or poems really just a place for me to write random things down //lower case intended
