it is not screaming beneath my skin
it squirms
the voice muffled
i catch myself asking
what was that
but nothing
and then more squirming
when i was younger
it would have spewed poetry
but she doesn’t trust that
as a mode of communication anymore
just something pretty that other people do
poetry can make a mask
for the things you want to
voice but don’t have the
courage-heart-balls-eggs- for
but still she squirms
in muffled silence
what do you want

but nothing