I forget my reasons
for staying, saying
instead it’s what’s right–
Again, I swallow it all:
the anger, the regret.
But it won’t stay down,
as I do. It rises,
likes the hot air you speak,
corrodes the ceiling,
takes my breath, leaves
me gasping, choking
on what you could not
swallow.
after all, have no room
for their own mistakes.
Rachel Nix is from Northwest Alabama. Despite an irrational fear of frogs, she’s declared herself pretty content with living in the boonies. Her work has been recently published at The Summerset Review, Spillway, and Bop Dead City; Rachel can be found at: http://chasingthegrey.com/
Categories: Poetry, Themed, Unfortunately I can't love you
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Melancholy Hyperbole 
I especially like ‘the indignant, after all, have no room for their own mistakes.’
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