Poetry by a Girl Named Roy
Saturday, August 14, 2021
Elephant
April 21, 2019
We sat there
With such a thickness in the room
Each time
My mouth would open
Then shut
Constipated
Like a dumb fish
There are words
That we can't undo
No rewind or do over
Truths that hurt to say
Hurt not to.
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