Stifled Breathing

By Kade Hornbuckle

I resemble a mannequin
submerged in a tempest of voices.
Words are dismissed from my mind
before being given the chance
to be birthed into complimentary sound.
Perhaps I was never intended
to add to this sea.
Stifled, this air
has turned tart,
vainglorious.
Lost,
I’d rather be under
our favorite constellations
with your lips stained with Courvoisier.

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