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.
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.