By: Alyssa

Nobody sees whats deteriorating in front of their eyes. But youll never know. The room will spin all around you. And a scent so vile will creep up your nose. The rotting flesh. A premonition? Open your mouth, not to speak but to resurrect memories from your stomach. The taste that burns your throat and makes your eyes flood. At least we hope you'll care. Te anger rises in you? For what? Secrets that you dont think you know?! I tell it all, yet it remains a hole in my stomach. In the midst of your life, there is no time for what lingers... un-verbalized and under my tongue. Overspoken. Why is it never my choice? My path is bruised and broken from opinions i could never reveal. But the bruises are alien to me. They remain purple and the pain revisits constantly. A hunger..a lust, to escape. To be selfish for one god damned second of my wretched life. Humilated to take this leave. But the desire to end this silence, has devoured me. I am gone. It is safe , for i have learned from your discipline. You win, I am here now. With ears and eyes. But lipless i "live" on. This hollow soul, sewn shut, and never heard.