All Those Voices in Your Head.

Choking on word bile.

If the words would come out
If they would just pour forth
with an overflowing mantra of sounds
from her clogged up fountain-throat.
If she could just speak what
ever she wanted;
if her voice could remember
where her tongue was located,
but it had seemed to swell up
the size of her fist.
If her teeth did not feel heavy
as if they were slowly
slipping from her gums
and dripping down her esophagus
like tiny candy daggers,
scratching itching dragging,
and choking her up.
If the words would just come out.
If she could just say something.
If you would just let her talk,
for once.

Reviews

[OBWhiteHawk]

Wow really intense and meaningful poem here.