Denial of Thought

I slap a gag over the voice in my head
Shoving cotton wool into my inner ears
I don’t want to hear them
Those awkward, shattering little truths
They splinter in my cranial tissues
Like the glass of a thrown bottle, they stick.
Shut up.
I don’t want to hear it.

A face flits past my inner eyes
Which I quickly cover with opaque
If I am blind inside, I don’t have to acknowledge
That one striking thought- so blinding
Like lightning, only with softer features
Yes, such sentiments flow from my fingers
However much
I will deny their existence.