You spent 365 days
tying my veins in knots and
rewiring my vocal chords so that
I couldn't speak anything besides your name,
but you forgot to fix me before you left.
I’m here with blood that can't circulate and
Limbs that are aching from the
pressure In each of my vessels.
I'm biting my tongue because each syllable
of your name is enough to set my throat ablaze.
I'm beginning to forget
what my own voice sounds like.
r.m.
