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
