It’s in my Skin and in my Mouth

Silently speaking words to a page.

You can’t hear it, but it’s screaming;

not moving but shaking on the inside:

calm like a bomb.

Ready to take off without a word,

shameless in an elaborate annihilation--

Exploding with pride,

lighting the room with a rogue yellow light;

bright and deafening,

but whispering insecurity,

shouting in defense,

with both arms pressed over its face.

The last defense to save itself.