Noémie Brisson
Contributor
I will hide away my words under
my hair, in my prison of cells I will wear my shame like a shawl
Wish away your charm, chase
away the red on my cheeks
Shame will shape my words,
muffle the cheers shouted
from the chambers of my
heart, conceal my bashful,
shaky words, change the way I look when I chance a glance
at you. When I hide and
perish in endless choices
1 shall keep pushing them
down, choose selfishness
watch your shadow, chew
and choke on my words
until they are so hushed that
shame is all I am.
