Monday, August 1, 2011

Day 742: transition

i can feel it tugging at the back of my throat
the phrase
pulling at my tongue
where my tears find home
a part of you sits there
tracing stories in to my esophagus so that every word i speak
a part of you is laced in it
there is something i want to say
but cant
the words hang heavy
mean more than i am prepared to put into life
but something about me wants to scream
which makes me think
maybe this is right
whenever every part of my brain says
run run run
into the night
maybe youll still be there
starring me down
asking me to speak
but i be silence
i be afraid of this truth

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