lost highways, big skies
this piece was written over the course of 2026. i'm
the rage in my throat seeks liberation
i wonder if, in her place, i would ever be able to stop screaming. i fear that it would unlock a well of tears, mucus, and rage that would never run dry. i fear i'd scream even after my vocal cords snap. i fear i'd scream into oblivion. i crave it.
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