Its the quiet kind of sad that holds words to the very bottom of your soles and all the screaming is pushing

its way to every available exit,
scratching the inside of your mouth,
against your teeth,
with metal.

But your lips are fastened shut with tears of heartache and the screaming is going inside of you while everyone just walks by.

This inner turmoil,
this screaming with out words,
this pain that cannot be filtered

.words. again. over. and. over.

inside. and. out. outside. and. in.

every available exit,
through your pores,
through your nostrils,
through the bandaids,
through your eyes,
through your nipples,
belly button,
vagina,
asshole,

AND EVERYTHING INBETWEEN

any absence of protection.
any absence of a gate.
any absence of a stop sign.
anything.
everything.
all possiblities.

Its the quiet kind of sad that holds words through the mouth not anything else,
rules are broken,
set yourself free
anyway possible

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