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Angela Tai

The Sting

Anything not to feel,
My body numb on novocaine
I concentrate on each syllable,
Note of music blasting in my ear
And will my heart to clash on its beat. All at once.
But, no, it’s not enough. Oh, that sting which travels from my nose to my eyes.
My eyes won’t lie. The exact spot
Where my lips spoke those words I’ll never say again
And that exact spot I stand
I swallow the salt from the seas of my eyes and whisper
“Sorry.”
No one hears.
It's too late.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]