Hard feeling in my throat
Like I've swallowed bricks
Old memories keep rising like high tide
Splashing my heart with salty water
Your voice is in my head again
Every syllable the same timbre
Spouting incessive bitter, burning lies
Like an overflowing teapot
I want to tip you over and pour out all your putrid contents
Until you're nothing but an empty, worthless decaying shell
The trembling skeleton of a leafless tree in winter
Every single emotion sucked out of you violently
Swept up, claimed by the dusty desolate wind
That haunts the endless sands you are deserted in
Then maybe you will regret your sickly selfishness
Controlling me like a puppet
At least, somehow
I changed shapes
Like how drifting clouds do
I became a kite
Broke the puppet strings
Floated away
