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i hate the metallic aftertaste
when i swallow my emotions
the feeling of hot blades in my throat
scorching and slicing from the inside
i never planned to be victimized
or to have to disguise
the remains of your rage on my face
or how to smile through the lies
who can i run to, who i can tell?
who has the keys to unlock the gates
of my private Hell?
where should i go if i’m not going to stay
since your version of love
will pursue me anyway?

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Sumayyah Talibah

Sumayyah Talibah lives in Michigan with her husband, kids, cats, and piles of books. She makes jewelry and sips tea in between reading and reviewing anything with words. sumayyahsaidso.com

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