ꪶ ⅈ ᧁ ꫝ 𝕥
Nov 3 · 1 min read

there’s cloth against my mouth,
voice box useless;
rage rolls over my head
frustration pulling breathless fits across my chest.
this being I’m in,
Is unfamiliar to me.
this is probably how it feels
to have your hands tied
and not being able to speak
when you suck in breaths,
Big enough for you to scream.

    ꪶ ⅈ ᧁ ꫝ 𝕥

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