Things She Could Have Said
Give it all to me;
every last ill word
and every/
aching creature
in your heart
that's ever stirred
Give me all your sadness
your deepest depths
of endlessness
and ever jagged corner
you no longer wish to feel
Then bring me that old cage
with the broken lock
and spinning wheel
Bottle every ounce of pain
left spinning around-
inside our head;
pack it in-
an abandoned box...
Labeled things she could have said
Copyright © Angie Wassell | Year Posted 2016
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