that taste
that chokes you up
the bitter,
pointed words
tearing their way up

deep flowing
copper and salt
rising up
your unforgiving throat
causing it to halt

but they want
to make it out
hold the truth
fall off word bloodied lips
to expel a shout

but you're
too weak, imprisoned
inside your own
iron bound cage
un-forgiven

the sharp
words tearing the silence
shout, scream!
you want to...
stay.
silent.