Papercuts

Scribbled thoughts compress,
Forming verbs and adjectives
Ooze heart-lines onto paper;

Twists the knife deeper,
Messily draws liquid life
As vocal chords give out. 

Screams? There are none. 
Simple word document explodes
All grievances, in blind hope
(In tethered dreamers dust)
That author will be heard——-

All ugly accusations slain
And finally silenced.

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