2.12.2005
poem

The words I need to say
stick in my throat
like thorns
sharp and cold;
little claws scratching

I try to expel them
But they dig into me until
blood wells up in my mouth
and breathing is denied

I choke back on the copper taste
and poison words
As tears hide in my eyes
afraid of being known
and mocked

Until I say the words
that will silence you
as they had once
silenced me


2005

Posted at 7:43:55 pm by TheKaren
 

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