Pour salt in my wounds
and I will best you by healing.
My life is too short to carry
a gallon of tears on my chest.
If you swallow your tongue
from the bloat of your words,
I will dance on your silence.
I am no longer petals begging for light,
but a blossomed flower in full sun.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
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