My Head Won't StopStill waiting for the ghosts of what my words could have been to cross my lipsMy Head Won't Stop2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each aborted thought bring the too familiar shame
Give me something, anything that I can keep with me as my time grows shorter and shorter with that red hand jumping from number to number
When did my silenced become so uncomfortable that I had to drown them out with the sorrows of others
When did my words deteriorate to fleeting glances, fleeting expectations, fleeting intakes of breath at the questions left lingering in her air?
When did I begin to fear her eyes upon me, fear the half-baked thoughts still forming in their brains as I watch, eyes out the back of my head, each limb rigid, each foot falling with a solid strength that says, "I'm afraid..."
My questioning has no meaning to me anymore.
This cycle keeps spinning and I am sitting on my knees in the forest, her womb, in the dirt, with the bugs, sobbing about all the things I have lied about and the secrets kept from my very soul. I