Sticks and Stones and Mothers

March 22, 2011
You shoot words like arrows across the 3 feet separating us.
Tension fills the car like cigarette smoke.
You don't understand! I hate you!
Angry words leave your lips to echo inside my hollow feeling heart.
I'm silent, staring at the windshield.
Wishing myself away, invisible.
I want to take your words from my ears and shove them back into your mouth. 
And convince you that you didn't mean them.
But I can't. And you do. 

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Illuminatus said...
Jul. 2, 2011 at 12:13 am

very well expressed ... i am left speechless !!!


hanging_girl_666 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 12:31 am
Same as I!
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