Intolerance

A hinderance of being.

I am sifting through the meaning.

Of my decomposed throat.

On the politeness I choke.

I wretch my hands in frustration.

To communicate the irritation.

All I am bleeds through.

For no one to see you.

Its a slow killing.

To be so unwilling.

 And restrained to experience the abuse.

To be stripped from what you choose.

I wont scream in placid screens.

I am an animalistic ruse.

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