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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Added on July 11, 2013Last Updated on July 12, 2013 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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