Can’t breathe

25 Oct

There is a frog in my throat

who keeps stepping on my tender uvula

He insists that I have nothing to say

no need to breathe or eat

My mind is tripping on the old trappings it wants to release

so many words censored over the years

warts growing on my esophagus

Will I ever speak again?

There is a frog in my throat

eating words of strength and love

A bitterness pervades my saliva

like a snake I spit

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