I fully intended to be on-prompt today for NaPoWriMo — the prompt is about repetition; how difficult could that be? However, I haven’t written a full poem since this morning, so I have for you this cherita. I wrote it while sitting in a café inside of a bookstore, and it was inspired by the title of a book, which became the first line of my poem.
Let’s talk about hard things:
Let’s talk about hurts still festering,
Lodged in crevices of heart’s ventricles;
How difficult it is to vivify what’s dying —
I must vomit the necrotic out of my mouth,
It’s even more sickening while hidden.
It can be dangerous to swallow the truth that needs to be spoken.