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I keep a whole war behind my teeth.
Barricaded beneath my tongue
i keep a whole war in the back of my throat
sounds breaking before they are
Chambering syllables in belts
Consonants silent rounds.
Waiting,
set free
each breath cut ragged
by falsehoods in the mirror
Vowels hang in a dream catcher.
Weightless.
watching
for a moment to be set free
choked
on freedom
Suspended on my alveolar ridge
Like bullets waiting
To drop β
Dropping only in
My heart.
felt so far
metal incline planes
instead of making myself heard
A dead weight,
Silence.
The o
Of my mouth
Rounded.
Lacking.
Nothing.
Unspoken.
Blocks.
plosives pausing before
making the mic pop
it burns
the truth of those days
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Can be formed in three
But when does the
Ache
Speak.
who hears me when
the sound i make
is so frail
And when
Do you listen
Not waiting to hear.
smile so your sounds are
palatable
smooth
Read my misshapen lips
Right to left
And down again.
No one reads
Anymore.
Did they before?
Mothers teach a mouth to speak
But not to confess or to bleed
Not to fight for a space to exist.
mothers teach a mouth to speak
but not to confess or bleed
not to take up space to breathe
I am no fighter.
i only fight in my mind
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And so
I say nothing
More.
And so
I am not.
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River and Celia in Underland
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Comments (6)
incredibile!! Your first two lines were captivating (I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Barricaded beneath my tongue)
"Mothers teach a mouth to speak But not to confess or to bleed" I especially loved those lines!
Did they ever read? Who's to say? Great poem, River and Cel BTW, that picture hurts
I often think how damaging it is not to be able to speak honestlyβ¦. The desolation of being alone in your head. Thought this was awesome.
This pendulum of emotion sways so silently yet fiercely. Your poetry leaves me cradling my own ache
This piece really makes you think about the power of words and silence. I can relate to feeling like my words are stuck sometimes. It makes me wonder, how do we break through that mental barrier and find the courage to truly speak our truth? Also, why do we hold back so much, especially when it comes to things that matter?