new poem-ish thingy

It's called My Name

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My name

I hope it's the one thing that catches in your throat

A rising fire on the back of your tongue

Spilling out into endless tides of word vomit

All aimed in attempt to mingle, mar, and destroy.

I hope it's a fire in your throat

One that you have to bite back and that forms tears in those empty eyes.

And I hope

That when my name catches in your throat

Like an infectious fire

It burns the tip of your tongue.

I hope that when it catches

You choke.