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
Souldier Girl 