suppressing
the immensity
within narrow skin,
riddling
and drying the pale
palette
that my mouth is
made
up
of. spit
and tightening
moments of wrenching
thoughts such as,
as,
of,
and, for,
with vividness against
the back of my throat
what once was, (soothing)
and to now,
(terribly) having
lungs of things to say
and to not have said
this,
before and again
placing firmly,
the thought that
and, to have thought
that
brings the lips to an edge
of the teeth
sereingly, having had
(however blunt)
torn,
but grasping that gasp
to have seen, significantly
the recognition of that
inwhich, hands trace
but
tongue denies
the weight, of all
a back can bare.