i learned to defang my words early, neutralize their acid with sugar, strain them of controversy. but you can only swallow your own venom for so long and i for one am choking. the acid in my throat is rising. the rounded off edges from my sentences have reached critical mass and are erupting across my face in angry clusters. all of my foregone complexity has been burrowing into the crevices of my mind until it is impossible to think. so i’m done with swallowing fire. i need to unleash the embers in my throat before they burn me alive.
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