bereft the king

sat weary on his throne

welcoming not the queen

where is my lover the king yelled obsequiously

i don't know how to spell that and i don't care

i'm pissed off and lonely

how many books did i read before they started telling me not to talk because i was making people feel bad? that was a long time ago. my jaw is exhausted from holding tight closed, silent, not only witholding the sounds of despair, oh no, no, no, the sounds of chiming ecstasy also lie dormant, waiting