There's something in my throat

There is something in my throat,

coating my airways it trickles drip drip drip down into my lungs

they are filled with it drowning in it my body wants it out

pushes everything from me till there is nothing left in my lungs but these empty screams

I fight it, clench shut my teeth grind down jaws aching chew and chew

till it is a leaden mass on my tongue

choking it back it sits, a stinking seeping lump in my throat drip drip dripping into my lungs

But you, you embrace it, you weaponise it

you tug it close head cocked to better hear its whispers

you treat it as a gift

A family heirloom passed down from Father to son,

mother to daughter

its use your right alone

you spit the fires on your tongue as I dowse the coals on mine

your acid words punch fists into my mouth

Gouge obscenities from my tongue, words dragged bucking and screaming from the shadowed parts of me

these fractured sentences torn to shreds on the corners of broken logic

you strive to stifle my words, gnashing teeth around spittled breaths

tendons snapping tight around my neck

my words halted in my lungs

you lost to the storm in your eyes

on calmer days you will lay the blame on your forefathers

some quirk of your genes

a frenetic twist in your DNA

inherited

not learnt, not taught, not a choice

clouded by your self imposed illusion you thrash at the reigns of a self made master

time to walk away sunny boy, listen to the voice of wisdom

and choose

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

This is some heavy stuff. The people closest to you know where to stick those pitchforks

[Jo Todd]

haha, too true. bout time people realised we all have a choice whether or not to act on our emotions.