Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Escaped words
It hurts sometimes,
the way my tongue presses hard
against the roof of my mouth
attempting the hold back the tears
when someone is watching.
I have emptied my heart
by way of my throat,
silencing the howl lying in wait
to rip up through my eyes
and tell a story not ready to be told.
I close my eyes tight,
hoping it closes the book
where that story waits,
but it only opens the wound wider,
only burns my eyes
with this river waiting to pour.
Biting my lips doesn’t silence
the words that beg to come out
and I tell them,
“You are not ready yet.
Get back in there, dry yourself off,
you smell like pain, you look like a
broken fucking mess. No one wants
to hear the way you are drenched in
my sobs. Get your shit together
or I will never speak of you.”
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