words dried upbefore hitting the Express buttonturn rancidin anticipationof being held accountablefor every comma and pause words interruptedbefore the completion of a sentenceshrivel upin despair knowingtheir spirit goes unheardwhile letters hang mid-air words accumulatedunspoken, buried aliveflare upin rage to become a firethat consumes the speakerbut who cares anyway? Sunday Confessionals
Words
