tw: graphic imagery -having so much to say but not able to say anything at all
words are wrenched out of my gut. i am turned inside out and back choking on saliva and coughing up the truth. it cuts at the back of my throat, out my ears, then out my nose like a bad cold but the bottle has been corked and the wine turns sour, leaking out my eyes, my pupils dilated. i am an alien - three eyes, ten limbs, fifty serrated teeth can’t you see i'm turning green? but I cannot confide to you in fear that i will drown you with nonsense.
