What are you to do
What choices can be made
Throat blinded
Vision raw
No planning for this.
What now that loud shifts louder
Night silhouettes
Blistering regrets
How do you scream when you are already screaming
How does your voice last.
Where is all this coming from
Who do you call
When you drown out your own voice
Irregular noises
Guttural piths
Competitive voices racing to closed doors.
Again and again I ask
How do you scream when you are already screaming
-by Thomas Typewriter
Pain is a pin
Piercing pages of the calendar
A moment that never gives in
Existence without structure
Till it ends
With frantic hopes of never again
Which words are falsely dressed as fear?
Covered in coats spun from pain, misunderstanding, and rejection
freely provided by my own interior designs.
Labyrinths and fun house mirror started by another but self-finished.
My awareness has a dress code it turns out.
The words dislike these new wardrobes.
They struggle against the ill-fitting fabrics.
Most will tire and comply, behaving in new ways.
But a few, a gift-to-all few, will pop the buttons and rip the seams.
Casting off their coats, their nakedness startles me.
Reminds me.
The world is beautiful and I sometimes forget.
Thomas Typewriter 
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