From My Pen To The Pages

I would have said from my heart to the letters but the consonants crowd the page until every vowel suffocates and it bleeds into a typo.

I would have said from my mouth to your ears but there’s just too many screams and silence and it all dissolves into an echo.

I would have said from my hands to your ribs but there’s just too many fingerprints and cracked ribs blooming purple and that just makes it feel like torment.

I would have said from my tongue to your throat but there’s just too many languages and dialects molting inside my mouth that leaves the both of us swallowing blood.

LaVida 🤍🦋

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