The Policy Of Truth
25 June, 2009
Author: Karla Bardanza
Something scratches my throat.
Nails or needles I feel these words
Stuck and nobody can fish them
Out of my mouth.
I want to spill one by one but I can’t.
I gag...I stammer...i stutter...
Vulnerability is an awful defect.
Consonants and vowels deep buried
Inside of me resurrect from my
Dead heart and come crashing into
My arms.
My policy, your policy...
It reminds me of Depeche Mode
I don’t want to be civilized...I
I just want the truth...
But my voice...I can’t speak...
Tongue tied...
I hide
I hide
Four words from everybody
I hide
Four words from me too
I hide that
I hide that I still love you.
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| Colin (69.157.7.129) -- Thursday, June 25 2009, 05:27 pm the truth is in the policy that you must keep on writing Karla! |
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