My Silent Machine - Cicada

My voice tastes acrid on my tongue, burnt
It's a flavor I've spent my entire life [not] adjusting to
A handicap that crawls out of my lungs
Up my throat to my lips
And lisps into the air
Limping and worn

Written by:
Bryce Patterson

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