cannot

I cannot speak.
Years of silence and I am wiped out.
An angry man, a lonely woman, living in a box,
Bound by some form of love I cannot understand.
Please, stop shouting.
Please, stop forgetting that it hurts.
Pain is a fun, twisted game for a while,
But all the other players have quit, gone home and cleansed their dirty hands,
While you still flail in the mud.

I stand beside you, cold, shivering, splattered with your violent splay.
I try to speak but my mouth is too dry, my tongue shriveled and inert.
There are no words to tell you, how much I wish we could change.


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