Free-write
Words rest delicately
in the back of my throat,
hostage to a jaw
that no longer knows
how to unclench.
When I bite my tongue
I’m holding my trauma
between clenched teeth.
This mouth is my story’s prison.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Free-write
Words rest delicately
in the back of my throat,
hostage to a jaw
that no longer knows
how to unclench.
When I bite my tongue
I’m holding my trauma
between clenched teeth.
This mouth is my story’s prison.
Haunting! I applaud your bravery here — how this poem conveys the way that trauma can make one the body go clench up and go silent. “This mouth is my story’s prison.”
Thank you ❤❤❤