Monthly Archives: November 2016

My heart aches for the places we left
And the secrets we kept
In the voices that whispered to be heard. 
I doubt you can un-know what you’ve learned. 

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Wounded

Perhaps my Name will change again
And pity will flood their eyes. 
Maybe my gaze will scream, “I’m fine!”
While they shake their heads
 and smile. 

Who will I become? What new
Label will crawl into my blood
What stamp will march across my face 
And leave its inky, staining trace
What wrong allele now needs to be healed?

I burrow into sleep until the great reveal.