Spit I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Silent rounds chambered in my throat. Every word is a risk, every breath a negotiation. This isn’t just about language—it’s about survival. About the sounds we swallow, the truths we burn to say, and the silence that remains when even "I love you" aches too loud.

There’s a war I carry behind my teeth.
A silence shaped like survival.
A language I was never taught to scream.
New poem up now.

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