"I'm Not Telling" by Ellis Elliot
I’m Not Telling
(Martha)
how I’d heard
from Granny that Rebels would come,
how from practice the children curled
quick under the floorboards and quieted
when they came.
Not Telling
how I’d seen
scarlet moons for eyes, men whittled down
like saplings, and wild, full-flung madness.
Not Telling
how I learned
to camouflage horror, adjust my torn dress,
cover bruises, and lace my secrets tight.
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