Prim and proper
The writer knows the words, though she pretends she doesn’t. She can taste them in her mouth, rich and dangerous, but she will never utter them. Her hand, pen ready, will never reach the paper to bleed the danger onto the paper.
Oh, she dreams and her body knows, but she’s not ready yet to pay the price, so she imagines she isn’t aware of the storm in her belly and the anger in her heart. Her words will go as far as she dares, but never far enough to silence the voice in her head.
She starts to write…