Swallowing Swords

These are words
I can’t take back.
Into the fray.
Into the storm.
This fabric can’t be mended
Once it is torn.
So I’ll bite my tongue
And choke on my words.
Even though it’s like
Swallowing swords.

I’ll let you be who you want to be.
But you do not define me.
I’ll find my substance someplace else,
And leave you to go screw yourself.

Never mind. It’s really my call.
I don’t really care to swallow the sword
After all.

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