I taped my mouth shut
for ten years,
‘til a professional told me
it was wrong,
I should wean.

There were pills, too,
that hypnotized
the disobedient sleep,
then upsold themselves.

On my knees,
I considered cuts,
and reached for a siren’s call.

But here
biding time.

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