bile rises up my throat
words never spoken float up
and beg to explode
from me
my pharynx burns with fear
over things I cannot control
and end up ruling my life
but I try to swallow it down
my jaw cracks
my teeth decay
and fall out
bloody yellow lumps
I should stay quiet
it'll be easier that way
letting my thoughts
upset my stomach
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Waves of Words
PoetryI want to spill all my thoughts, and share them with anyone who will listen. It's crowded in here. A collection of my poetry.
