What is never spoken of and pushed down
becomes mold crawling over hearts.
Strangling our voices, it scuttles though
corridors, tunneling, warping each day.
My body…this swollen thing carried by
legs too thin and crippled to uphold it.
Pushed down, tightly clamped in now
full of pain, gasping for each breath.
Smothered, silenced.

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