My eyes seemed to grow with moisture

Like my mouth.

Holding still, holding silent.

I kept myself from frantic panic by thinking that it would be over soon.

Helplessly disciplined.

I could feel the plastic.

I almost tried to naw at it from within side my lips,

The golfball size thing sitting snug behind my teeth.

I threw knives at you with my thoughts.

Not wanting to believe you could catch me and render me a voiceless mess.

Your mess.

 

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