Knot

There's a familiar voice on the other end, it chokes my cries with laughter
it's fake but it's a tourniquet for all this bleeding

There's a familiar voice on the other line, it chokes my calm with panic
it's real this time, but to me it's nothing more than a new scar

There's this knot in my throat and I wish it away and all they say is : ''here's your knife''...