Words Fall through me

They come out in droves

They burst and explode

Like a gas can that just got shot

violently

 

They trickle like a brook

that's been throttled by drought

Like the tears that come with

When I cannot breathe

Crying

 

They stop at the dam

Of articulation

When feelings transcend vocabulary

And become colors

Inexplicably

 

They sit like a potato

In the bottom of the bag

The smell rising up

Buried beneath the others

festering