"I've been swallowed by this wreck that you call your life. I'm damaged from the inside. I've been broken. Don't threaten me with what you think I feel. If you could read my mind you\'d be in tears"
This was my favorite piece in your collection. The dead palate here works phenomenally in that it shows us the bleakness of a broken life (that our subject has). I gathered this before I even read the poem. I think that if we saw the eyes (as suggested in the poem) I get the sense that it'd be too great a sadness to bear. But the mouth, parched and fractured lips, tells us everything we need to know about the subject; that life is cruel and needs no identification. Great piece. it reminds me of some of the poetry I write.