I Bit My Tongue
Tightly wound
Agitated
Low key sound
Exaggerated
Dim the lights
Don’t touch my skin
Adorn my sights
Delight with sin
Quick to startle
Sure to bruise
My plate is full
I couldn’t choose
Agreed to all
It sounded fun
Slowed to crawl
When time to run
I feel ashamed
Yet again
It’s me, to blame
I couldn’t bend
I froze in place
My limbs went numb
With little grace
I bit my tongue
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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