i swallow dust,
i forget my name answer to voices
that have nothing better to say,
only reverberate,
make me waste my time.
i turn to ash faster than i can shine a light,
and i can't scream in this crowded room
it's a tickling sensation that doesn't come off
the type of dirt that you feel stuck
a lack of silence, of moments alone;
day after day
i lose my voice