The sentences choked in thought
A word, why is that word? Our
Dams have broken, our
Furious questions, fists in fire beating a burn, our
Room never so resilient, to all our
Floods through our
Lids, asking us to vomit our
Words in the fire of liquid birth, our
Crinkling foreheads, like levis in a hurricane, pushing against our
Words pushing against our
Thoughts pushing against our
Us, then
With a glance around our room
Within each of these words bloom
A human
And our muscles our flood
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