4.16.19.
there are truths hiding in the corners of my mouth. words sulking in corners behind teeth and locked tongue. they twitch into a foreign smile that makes me cover my mouth with my hands. words come slowly now. bare whispers crawl up and not out my burning throat. they stay thoughts to chew on. to demolish. to swallow back down to the depths of me that have too long stayed dark, damp, and wasted.