When I was a little girl,
my grandmother always told me
to take a deep breath
and count to ten when I got angry.
I’m standing here today doing everything I can
to not crack open
the book of everything I’ve never said.
One.        
If I could, I would pry my lips apart
and spew out every word
I’ve ever held under my tongue
and sewn my mouth shut with,
hating myself after.
Two.
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