Poem #5

There is a lot that I need to say
but when I speak no words come out
and because I'm silent, you push away
thinking between us there's no doubt.
Sitting, stewing, mentally screaming
my mouth is dry with salty crusts
Yank, spit, vomit, tears streaming
It's deep down inside me and it's just
burning; it is burning me alive
Throw the water, put it out before
it all turns to ash, it all turns to dust.
it all turns to ash, brittle black bones
and nobody knows how hard I tried.
and nobody knows how loud I cried.

As you push it deeper down my throat
Salty jagged edges down my throat.

2013 (c) Summer Fenwick




Myeh, not my best but it popped out today, so I'm owning up to it.