What My Tongue Could Not Say

  1. Coals in my mouth.   Soot down my throat
    1. Rocks in my chest, but I hope that I’ll float;
    2. When push comes to shove and dusk turns to eve
      I’ll finally let go of the embers I believe.
  2. In the roundabout way I can only tell you about your death, I will write what I can never say in words that you will never understand. You are eradicated in a fire, I was there, and I watched the wall of flames consume you like a maw opening to feast upon your limbs. Your clothes burnt and all I could smell was your flesh crisping into something disgusting and unlovable; I was there because I couldn’t help it, and I was there because You Were.
  1. Because you once told me that the truth burns; that the desire to know burns hotter
    1. And I’ve held onto that, as loyal as I am a daughter:
      You would rather perish than listen to truth
      As would I, than abandon my youth.
      1. Brandish yourself against the flames like the jury:
        Stand proud, stay strong, and embrace their fury.
  2. In the roundabout way I can only tell you about what you don’t want to listen to, I will write the truth into words you won’t hear fully. We embrace each other and you sob into my shoulder, because the confession of consent has been ripped through your mind. You’re weak and it hurts, my experience with burning had been shoved upon me so long ago, I’m merely a pile of , of of of charred burnt soot filled coaled fueled d dd
  1. I’ve forgotten
    I wish that were true
    I don’t know what you’re talking about
    God I wish I could say
    No, no, I’m too young for that
    Maybe they should’ve said that as well.
  2. In the roundabout way I can only say what I’m terrified of, I cower and I shiver in my words, for the truth has left me, and I am now hypothermic. This way, you will never understand, and you will never know: but to me, I have told you. 
  1. And that is enough.

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