Couldn’t Say

Written by Zelda

A toothpick to my bleeding gums

for all the things I couldn’t say

Corkboard on my windowsill

keeps the tears from running away

Scars that ran across your wrists

like scuffs across an antique chair

Cancer water-swelled your leg

I can’t pretend signs weren’t there

Splinters stab and points will dull

Pencils bleed in shiny gray

Pawing out my simple shame

to write down what I couldn’t say

Copyright Zelda, 2003.