2.04.2014

poem: radio silence


radio silence

I have folded myself
up
into
and over myself
like a paper origami
fortune teller
full of secrets
instead of future.
I want to shed those ties
like the leaves
of the thirsty
and neglected
house plant.
instead
this is the story
of my silence,
the story
of the things
I cannot say,
the things
I will not tell,
the things
that have
ruined me
for myself
and
for you.

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