I’ve gotten better at standing it
She smiles and I
No longer cringe
But fuck,
She’s staring at me,
Awaiting my response
It’s ridiculous for her to think
That I can talk when
The cat’s got my tongue
That sly little creature
Why didn’t I feed her?
Regret not feeding the pet
Maybe I can retrieve my tongue if I
Take the dumb cat to the vet
“Victoria?” the girl asks again
Shit, I still haven’t said anything
Maybe I should write her
So she’ll know what I want to be saying
But I can’t find a pen
So she won’t know I want to make amends
Excuses are my only friends
The pain worsens in my hand
From punching the wall
I’m a frustrated, muted mess
At least I can still see
So I can stare at her golden skin so
Damn pretty
And her
And her nothing
Just fucking speak!

“Are you free on Saturday night?” I ask.


Hello, welcome to my blog! I am a 200 hr- RYT and a recent college graduate! My blog is a space where I share stories of my personal endeavors with some poetry, recipes, and yoga mixed in! For yoga inquiries, please email me at yoga@unziptheselips.com. For general inquiries, please email me at hello@unziptheselips.com. Thank you for visiting!


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