words

c a n y o u s p e a k

she wishes

she could

speak,

loud and

clear,

with no

wobbles,

or sweaty

palms

that dampen

her jeans

words

flicker

through

her thoughts,

float up

her

throat,

press up,

hard,

against her

lips,

but

their

tinkling

melody

does

not fill

the air,

can not

fill the

air

so she

stuffs

them back

down

into her

head -

trapped

Author's Note

uh. first poem on here. feedback?