I bite my tongue
My bloody mouth spits the wrong words
I can’t think of anything to say
Anything I say sinks me deeper in the quicksand
All I can do is stare at my coffee
She sits across from me
The room is hot, but she is ice cold
She is uncaring and uninterested
She stares right past me
I should go on my own
She is not even listening to me
Just waiting for her turn to speak
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