i wish it was as easy as
“just speak” a locked zipper
on my lips, and heaviness
in my chest. The words are
caught in my throat and
I can’t even breathe.
She was afraid to speck up, but she felt that what he was saying was wrong. He must have been reading from those conspiracy sites. He droned on and on but suddenly she stood up, and said, “You’re wrong and spreading lies.” Everyone looked at her.
Chanpheng
It is not enough to beard, but that is not always understood. Exchanges aloud may be acknowledged but the words dissipate into air as if they were nothing, their ephemeral existence dissipating between our tongues.
i wish it was as easy as
“just speak” a locked zipper
on my lips, and heaviness
in my chest. The words are
caught in my throat and
I can’t even breathe.
She was afraid to speck up, but she felt that what he was saying was wrong. He must have been reading from those conspiracy sites. He droned on and on but suddenly she stood up, and said, “You’re wrong and spreading lies.” Everyone looked at her.
It is not enough to beard, but that is not always understood. Exchanges aloud may be acknowledged but the words dissipate into air as if they were nothing, their ephemeral existence dissipating between our tongues.