By Bandana Terangpi
I know what I want to say-
It’s there pressing against my ribs
but I didn’t write it
it’s a quiet kind of not-writing
yet it’s not enough to silence the question
why I didn’t write?
a hesitation that doesn’t make sense.
am I hiding words I never meant to say?
Or just scared of what will happen if I let the words spill?
By Bandana Terangpi
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