Scissors

Oh, how I wish the words
I’ve tried to tie
the strings to
could stay anchored
at the back
of my tongue,
dangling
at the top of
my churning stomach.
But oh, how the
internal storms
do drag them,
and the waves
do somehow manage
to kick them back up
to the surface,
till they come tumbling
out of my
bubbling mouth
and barely
do I catch them,
but just in the nick of time,
before I blurt out
and someone hears,
what I’ve really been feeling.

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