Mute by choiceA Poem by eglantine
there are no words in my mouth
they are in the back of my skull,
near my ears;
only I can hear her voice,
(our voice)
the voice polished with beetle-night and grey shower steam-- it claws and my jaw clenches, trapping it.
this voice does not belong out there, in front of my lips--
it would tear stars from the sky. © 2013 eglantineAuthor's Note
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