Achoo
January 27, 2026•26 words
Lost.
Similar to a sneeze that was not forgiven. It stays within me. If only a high-true could wipe away all that it implies.
Bless you.
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Cat got your tongue?
January 27, 2026•60 words
Yes.
One with claws.
People enter my court, demanding I speak.
I would write them 10 words, if it would save me speaking one.
My voice is even. Not from practice, but from being blown out.
It takes hope to run ones mouth. Something I sorely lack since making it out of childhood.
"Why so quiet?"
What would I say
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