Some things are better left un-
...You shush me
With a Judas kiss
Chaste lips that press into the void
Words that I could have employed
Crash redundantly into each other
Colliding atoms
Invisible under your microscopic gaze
Some things
Like unplayed rhythms on a tightened drum
Burning fingers
And held tongues
Swallowed vowels
Duct-taped mouths
Something's here
Right here
That you don't want to seep through
An accusation magnified by its absence
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