would fill the hole in the ozone layer
they are sharp and jagged
and full of acid
bitter bone dry dusty pills to swallow
they stick in your throat
like chalk
and dirt
and splintered grains of glass.
the things i wish i would have said...
the things i let you say to me
if i could rewind
i would be a much meaner girl
instead
of little ole meek and mild me.
but there is no rewind
there is only moving foward from here
and the truth is
i wouldn't go back anyway.
{this was inspired by a prompt given by liz in her poem it out course...things i wish i would have said...}