The nail of my thumb brushes a scab,

The raw skin stinging.

My fingers clench, nails imbedding themselves in my palms.  

Was chewing the side of my cheek.

Could taste the metalic in my spit.

Could clearly hear my thoughts.

Or what I thought where my thoughts.  

Couldn’t tell them between.

Murmur and word, Couldn't  

Lower my voice  

To a point  

Where she wouldn't flinch  

When only my lips would tremble.  

Wanted to take back what

she didn’t know.