i will carry the heavy unspoken on my lips,
allow it to scrape at my teeth
each time my mouth opens to speak
each time his hands hold my cheeks,
each time his eyes melt my skin and
reveal the bone underneath,
he will know
that i didn't say no
but i didn't say yes,
the contents of my cup spoke up instead
and he will taste the taste of all things unsaid,
he will feel the words my tongue held hostage,
when he kisses me
YOU ARE READING
Wasp
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