Flash
I beg the memories to go away
But they choke me
They are the powder sticking to
My insides
When I swallow pills dry
They are the leaky faucet in
My eyes
It drips no matter how
I try to stop it up with
Clumsy jokes or
Tissue paper
Flash
I take the sour candies from a cart
In a hospital and
Flash
Go to sleep in a foreign bed
Flash
I am not all there
I have tucked the most
Me
Parts of myself
Away
Flash
So that they cannot touch them
If I let them out they will
Flash
dissect me
And so I decide I am not sick
But the memories come back
And I fight them the only ways I know how
In showers longer than They would have allowed me
Water burning the skin they violated
Flash
In singing too loudly when I feel too much
Flash
Loud enough to break the windows
Because They would not have me make a sound
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
