scream,
the words from your lips. rupture, the serenity, engulfing you in the flames, of silence. cold, and blue. black, to the core of silence, itself. dark, and frozen through time, you melt. so breathe, so wait, building up. until the time you know, to erupt. fingers, closing around your lips, gasping, for air to fuel the words, waiting, on your tongue, for the moment to strike. but you, can’t, scream.
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