mute mode: on

maybe it’s because I’m a writer

but when I feel the need for protection

I go silent

though my hands may drip with words

those words fall on top of one another

building a fortress around my heart

and keeping it safe.

No one can approach me now

without first proving the innocence

of their hands.

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