Sayin things

Saying things 

Like a weight that won’t disappear
An echo of a rearranged drum beat whips inside my ears
What’s said or what never comes up
Sticks like a fist punching my gut 
Lighting a fire to the leftover smolder 
Burning with a toxic anger 
Ill cross my voice over the yellow tape warning danger 
Ill scream so loud the deaf will hear 
Neighboring vessels burst and bleed out with fear 

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