speech

bring me the sunset
in a teacup
so i can fill myself with something
other than darkness,
to drink down this panicking
electric shock.

it comes easily
for most
words can flow
with responses
and questions,
comments in return
but my throat burns
as i chew on the ashes
each stare a little
heavier
on me, my words are
chopped up
into pieces
i pick them up
always mistaking
the order they
belong in

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