Into the Void (pillow talk)

I don’t want my words to be a waste anymore.
Talking to you is akin
to loving fists crushing
my words in my throat.
Talking to you is screaming into the void.
It is stifled sound.
It is sound waves from my chest
perched at a precipice
where I bend to project the most
glorious of shouts,
and yet
the vortex beneath it
has diminished my warrior
cry–
has taken the damn thing
as his virgin sacrifice.
Talking to you is like screaming into
my pillow.

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