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  • Writer's pictureHolly Wright

K.A.M.

I’m choking on my fear and it tastes like every smile you’ve given me It tastes like your name on the tip of my tongue like someone on the edge of a cliff preparing to throw themselves off the side Preparing to die My skin doesn’t stretch enough to cover my bones every time we talk I’m overexposed naked in a way clothing doesn’t fix and I don’t even want my clothes on not with you But I can’t breathe Your eyes punched a hole in my lungs and I wasn’t ready I’m still not ready A heartbeat is a stupid thing Fragile timid destroyed by very word you say to me I have no rhythm I have no way of holding on to myself, my sanity, my courage because you send terror flooding through me with a single word

​I thought for a second that I couldn’t do this I could not cut myself open and let someone else in because that’s never been in the cards never been a possibility in my brain I had one foot out the door and then I thought about the way you said my name (I never liked my name) And yet two syllables have never stopped me in my tracks never dragged my breath from my body or steadied my erratic desperate always in-flight heart Or made me want to stay I want to stay Just for a minute I want to see if I can grow see if I can breathe

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