I use my normal speaking voice, my high voice, then my low voice.

7 Months On T

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8 Months On T

Look who is lost
Sitting on his bed
In his childhood home
Alone with his thoughts
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Whispers of guilt cross his mind
The knife in his drawer
Pulls him more and more
He caves and crosses the line
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Across his wrist counts a tally
Of each battle he lost
His impulse the champion 
Of his blood
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It spills like a stream
A warm river of relief
Relief like the tension
Of an exploding balloon
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After the "pop" comes peace
But not without casualty
The scar a sacrifice
A reminder of the cause
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He's asked: "Was it worth it?"
He longs to say: "Yes."
But the tattooed shame
Forces a: "No."

Asher Liam Butler