![]() Burnt TongueA Poem by tarrynyouapartWhen I was eight, I learned to
lie I was taught by my family, who
used me as cannon fodder in wars waged
against themselves They scooped me up and told me I
was fine, So I repeated the falsities back
to them, to others, to myself as I pressed
crayons against burning light bulbs and
let the melted wax drip onto my fingertips so that
at least part of me had armor My mind was burning kerosene, Laughing with other little girls,
as though I meant it As though I didn’t know I was
fatter and not as pretty And that I didn’t know they knew
this, too The flames burned through dry
grass, giving my bare feet a path to tread as I made my way
to the slide in my backyard where all my free time languished Alone, and hanging head first
from the top, my curls would touch the letters I carved into faded
green plastic “Just shoot me,” and I lied to
myself about why My mother taught me to say I
couldn’t go to birthday parties We were always too busy, When busy was that she was
sleeping while I played games with opponents who stared back at
me with glass eyes The invitations stopped, and so
did my force fed lies I had a higher reading level than
anyone my age, I tucked my words between my
ribcage for safe keeping I picked up a pencil, pressed the
soft tip against sharp grooves on my
bedroom wall I scratched out various letters until I remembered how to spell “island” because that’s what I was And I couldn’t forget © 2014 tarrynyouapart |
StatsAuthortarrynyouapartPhoenix, AZAboutThe name's Tarryn. I'm a 20 year old English major who loves writing but is usually overwhelmed by writer's block. I have recently become determined to overcome this and just write. All. The. Time. more..Writing
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