I Talk

 

I Talk

I talk around it...

They

with their breath

steaming against my skin

while you look at me

a subject to ponder

with your partner over dinner

I'm pity

I'm a paycheck

a call in the middle of the night

I'm rancid anger

and yes, I hate you

over and over again

hanging up and calling back

until the throbbing voices

shut up

Shut up!

You make them shut up

I talk around it...

They

with their breath

hissing in my ear

cryptically written

scrawled in journals and poems

hands, hands, hands

mouths, mouths, mouths

words, words, words

while you look at me

unraveling my pain

I'm a wound

I'm disease

to only you I speak

listening to my screams

and yes, I hate you

over and over again

Angela Minard 2012©