phonetic curse | poem

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these words are getting caught in my throat

  and i cannot get them out

my esophagus

  is now crowded 

with words

  unspoken

and the remnants 

 of my now

bitten-down nails

           i cannot decide 

which is more painful?

                          the words that i must swallow

or the words that i cannot take back?

-n.c

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