Thick skin is no help,
When you shove your words down my throat.
I am not hungry,
You force feed me.
I build walls,
You dig underneath them.
My defenses are no help.
I know how to swim,
But I let you drown me.
I know how to pull the trigger,
but my hand shakes.
I know how to open my mouth,
But I can't seem to make the connection between my brain and my lips.
Everything I want to say,
Edge of my fingertips.
I stay silent,
I let you in.
- Force Feeding
Alexandra Andrews
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Storms Don't Stop For You
PoetryPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
