Choking on Poetry

April 2, 2015

Ink splutters from my mouth
The mortification threatens my stomach
I’m choking on poetry

 

My teacher smiles encouragingly
though I glimpse her eyes glazed with disappointment
that disappears behind narrow frames

 

She turns away sullenly
and I spit out the rotten globs of partially digested paper screaming indignantly at me

 

The acrid aftertaste of bitter words
still burns scars into my bloody tongue
I shudder and cough from the horrors I want to be open to

 

Not all poetry is a comforting whisper in my ear
as sweet as a lullaby, as deep as a canyon
stirring my soul into vulnerability

 

I reluctantly tear into another book and swallow the pages
Somewhat bittersweet
But still dry and musty






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