did I fear the sound of my own voice?
I was the bell that told the dogs to drool,
tongue clapping against the sides, a
discordant clash. in school they called it the oral cavity,
the warm wet cave spitting harshly shaped words,
cracking and sloshing against the silence.
yes, I feared my own mouth, feared what I might hear
when it opened.
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