Every day this wretched strike drags on
Strike through dates, points, words
With Push pins in my paper heart
archers arrows fired
My lips have become pain
From the words and
My nervous ticks
I breathe hard
Like asphyxiation set in
But the words I speak are fire
My only weapon
Every day since this began
You've been standing on cliffs edge
With ropes around wrists
In case feet fail us
Tape over the rips of my paper heart
Cupids arrow fired
it doesn't hurt as much
With you
opioid lips
take away the pain
I breathe slow like molasses
And for you darling,
I am thankful
but the words i speak aren’t sweet nothings darling,
I express love with linguistics
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