(7.) husks of a throat





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lilimurato
lilimurato thank you so much.
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tw // one instance of profanity. day 7 ~ an ode to my voice, the thing i hate the most about myself.

(7.) husks of a throat

all my senses can no longer work

all my senses can no longer work when it's your turn to go.

my vision censors the world.

my ears buzz with the throbbing of my mind.

my mouth is a desert, pleading to be quenched.

my skin numbs from how much i shake.

it's so bad,

it's so bad, even a cough drop won't make it sound better,

it's so bad, even a cough drop won't make it sound better, the way it rasps like when i wake in the morning.

so, to the teacher who told me that,

so, to the teacher who told me that, feeding the black hole eating away at me,

fuck you.

i already hate the sound my mouth makes

i already hate the sound my mouth makes that reverberates in my skull for headaches

i already hate the sound my mouth makes that reverberates in my skull for headaches and the way it tries to retreat

i already hate the sound my mouth makes that reverberates in my skull for headaches and the way it tries to retreat when it has to stand up and speak

and it becomes so broken and weak.

i don’t want to hear those words again

the ones that start wildfires across my cheeks.

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