cold soup

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stir it in the heart
the alphabet soup
then move it through the veins
into my esophagus
form sounds in the vocal folds
bounce them around in my oral cavity
push the sentences out through my lips
but all I can get out is
s-
the rest is a silent scream

it is hard to say something when all you have is cold soup and torn vocal chords

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