EMMA MARSHALL
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A letter to the words unsaid 

I have so many things to say
so many questions
And declarations

I want to yell them
In a drunken karaoke wail 

They break my seams
And spill out with my guts 

The words are fleeting and thin
As a wishpuff seed that blows in the wind
I can't seem to grasp them in my shaking hands 

does true love ever leave?
or does it sit steeped into your bones 

Like the tea my mother placed bedside
Never sipped, stewing 

The words drum in my gums
They slip and fall in the spaces between my teeth 

You have known my everything
And I am just barely breaking your shell 

I can’t know you like I want to 

Someday my words will find someone
Perhaps they will descend in front of a bookworms nose 

The finish line will keep moving
And I will keep chasing what I cannot see 

Blinded I will wait
until thorns and ivy wrap around my heels 

And I’ll wait until nothing but my scalp is above the waves 

To find the words that will find you
The words that will whisper with the wind