If I could form the words:
I'd say them.
If I could make the sounds
come up from my throat
choking me,
holding me,
here.
I don't have the guts
to spill--
maybe, maybe,
just maybe...
this coil will unravel,
and I'll have
something to hang on to--
choking me,
holding me,
here.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
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