Tag: repression
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Smile Swallows Scream
Sometimes the scream rises in me like an elevator with no brakes, clattering up the spine, lights flickering, warning sirens warming my throat. And I smile instead; a too‑bright crescent stitched onto my face like a neon sign that forgot what it was advertising. The scream doesn’t vanish. It just changes shape. It becomes a…
Tavendale
Weather In My Ribs 