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