May 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

it is a dry feeling
in my soul and my mouth,
as though speaking
seems too much of a troublesome act
to commit

as though a crime,
to utter a word
or two
or a sentence
or a phrase

so I’ll stay quiet
in hopes that the people by me
will understand–

and if not, let them be
because I only care for you
and you’re the only
who can release me
selective mutism.


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