Sat, 12/26/2015 - 02:44 -- lto

words threaten to spill out

forming in the pit of my stomach

traveling up my esophagus

to my throat

getting caught behind the bars of my teeth


eventually they come out

induced in a wave of nausea

with a heated mind and boiling blood

out to be disposed


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