Paper, Untouched
What would it look like If I wrote a letter, w ith all the words I can’t say They come to me in the dark now Trying their best to describe all the ways That they catch in my throat, t angle themselves with my tongue As I try to thrust them out spit them out Chest heaving with the weight of them Collapsing with syllables Sounds lost, choked and cut off Burning as they come up, turned to ashes A larynx severed, as if with sharp scissors And even if I could manage, Produce the scribbled lines I’d use those same blades To slice though the pages Write them down in pencil Just to erase them away Undo the work of hands that the soul won't allow Leave the paper untouched Clean, stark white Reduced to silent cries for help In a language no one else speaks Walk away Another day Resigned They say things left unsaid will eat you inside To let them out, let them go, set them free But they forgot that they're caged there And I lost the key...