Sneeze

A Small Violence

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Some things you don’t know you mean till you say them out loud. I crumple over, my lungs constrict, a paper bag losing its strength, looking like a sad wheeze.

My back stings, so do my nostrils, two ant-hills swollen with painful instinct. I sneeze, the poison splashing out of me, from your bad mouth.

Anyone who says they’re being nice reveals their lack in kindness. Beware their breath.