Down my throat are lies
Fed either by force or trick
Harder to digest
I've had time to mull
My head is spinning with strain
Watch my lips bleed black
Wind is siphoned out
My words run on for their lives
You're immovable
Fed either by force or trick
Harder to digest
I've had time to mull
My head is spinning with strain
Watch my lips bleed black
Wind is siphoned out
My words run on for their lives
You're immovable
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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