THROAT mark the lines with mustard oil take your tool start from the right string it till it's not a box that bothers you, the larynx will hinder like a hanging ball, powered by a sick 13 year-old fever and ~i shouldn't have spit at your red eyes~ but yank it out and they're one, two, a hundred wires of tendons spread out like dissected nymphs in a coughing fit in a school prayer assembly you take one and start knotting the braid / thank you, i won't speak again / #isitquiet 2