when was the last time i let go,
and let any sort of tune out of my throat?
i can't remember two years ago.
there's so much shame in my voice.
embarrassed at my own tone,
my own facial expressions.
desperately hiding myself from the ground up.
feeling like i could jump out of my skin,
i want to drag this vessel into a closet
and lock the door behind me.
i don't want to be seen;
don't want to feel your pity.
i am going to discard the evidence,
so let me hide the body.
and let me lay with her alone.
