gagging on words, glued in my gullet
stuck on what-ifs and have-nots,
my mouth rejects them as they rise from within my soul
do not trust them, she says,
swallow them, hide them -
keep them to yourself.
that best part of you, is for you only;
sharing will break you into syllables and letters
to be scooped up and reglued by another's mouth -
meaning will change, they will not be yours,
they will be theirs; and you will mourn their passing
the passing of their time within you
I glue them here for your own good
sanity is to be found in the words unheard by others
kept safe, smuggled safely in your soul.