Dread builds up. No longer living. Far away from now. Ripped out not present. Shine through my mind. Holes there on purpose. Shutting down my brain. Closing my eyes. Close my eyes.
Forever waves crashing up my throat salt burning the wounds left by years of eating glass rather than having to talk. Lips sewn shut, picking at the stitches.
Written by: Andrew Clegg, Anthony Manella, Curtis Ide, Danielle Allen, Geoffrey Hohn
