Sunday, February 07, 2010

Iron Heart

Iron Heart
By Ieisha McIntyre



My heart tasted more like iron
In my throat when I first decided
 to speak from it.

 I let it grow teeth and
shape ventricles into lips,
And throb out a meaning.
But you were deaf.
And I was exhausted.

 But someone heard.

And it was made good
Enough.



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