Whispered Wounds

Whispered Wounds


My life of lies and broken smiles shielded by
lightened eyes, laughter. They've never known,
seen what's buried beneath. Starting skin
deep the first layer stripped away,
wound oozing words.

Don't you recognize these words? They're yours
fallen from lips, slashing every inch it grazes.
Nothing else slices so deep. Worth falls,
hopelessness fills, drags down,
seizing throat's air still.

Can't you see what you're doing? Curled
fingers snatch hair, pulling from roots
leaving flesh burning. Begging for sound,
screams to rip from throat
but nothing escapes.

Wanted words fail so I'll embrace sweet
silence. Pierce skin, tear it open, reveal
what lies beneath. If I can't speak
I'll rip out my voice and finally
make it mine.