once upon a time,
the throat ached and ached and ached.
I asked, "Oh dear, have I kept you awake?"
The throat gasped, "Its...Choking...Me"
Who?
What?
Why?
The questions poured with melee
"The sobs, they threaten to come out, can't hold them in!", throat screeched.
I tried to sing
sing a warm whisper, "I accept you sobs, I will redeem you, you won't be impeached"
f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶c̶e̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶o̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶c̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶k̶e̶d̶
from thence, the throat's ache
was awoken,
is waking,
and will reawaken
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Jan 29, 2022
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Speak Out
Short StoryA short story collection probing in moments when the desire to speak out is in its peak. Ⓒ 2022 Soulful_Sojourner All rights reserved
