Untitled II

Chest choked
I look the other way.
Feet fall
and we fall
into awkward strides.
Silence breaks open
the ribcage steaming hot.
Words force us
to confront and stitch the cuts.
Mud caked boots,
my bitten tongue bleeds.
I cried in the Teifi,
but found salt in the Tregynon breeze.

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