Words need to be said
yet since birth I have had
a dog’s collar wound tight
around my neck, choking
each syllable into a cough,
sigh or gasp unable to say 
the word – love.

Thus my churning intestines 
are tightly bound round, 
twisting my innards out, 
where there were no words, 
only sighs, gasps, coughs 
and choking on every 
meaningful word left unsaid.
© SB Joy, 2022

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