The ‘sh’ slid out– shameless, thoughtless,
after I, careless, kicked the couch,
an ‘i’ piled up– a perfect scream
issued as pitch increased, increased.
The ‘t’ breaks, trembling– torn
from my lips, like my nail, lost now
but lingering, drips to a stop, stunned
as blood– like copper, leaks
from my cuticle, cut off.

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