I Won’t Tell

2 Oct

I shouldn’t read Maya Angelou books

With a knowing greed
I tear through them waiting
Waiting for the lurid secret revealed

And as I devour the foul thing
my insides expand
and my breathing labors under the weight of it

There’s a pressure from within pressing outward
trying in vain to find release

Who did this to you?
Who did this to you?

I don’t know
I don’t know

I’ve seen blood in my hands before
Who was it?

Writing on top
Clawing
Willing with dead eyed stares

I won’t tell, it won’t help

It won’t ease the howl within me
Always there

As I brush my teeth,
it tried to escape
but I hold it in

It won’t leave me

The pain and emptiness stay until the next time
that my rage and fury unleash
in silent howls within my head

They won’t leave me, I won’t tell

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