A Constant Noise by Hilda Coleman

silence sits well
in my throat. it has made a paradise
out of pain, and half-thought out conversations.
every emotion sits well, until it doesn’t
make it all the way down.
my demons have come
a long way from breaking promises with
the devil, it burns
hell sits well in my throat,
because dying
without saying a word is
a universal feeling.

a 20-year old, activist, poet, and writer for Thought Catalog & Harness Magazine. When she is not in school, she dives into psychology or philosophy books. Her inspiration comes from legends like Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Charles Bukowski. She lives on the edge of beauty and in between the chaos of things she writes about being vulnerable as a sign of strength. She believes this is the truth about writers: “we are the brave ones, the ones who take risks in love, and the ones who turn the failed attempts into rich poetry.”

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