Choked Up

The taste of blood lingers in my mouth as I bite my tongue to hold back the words. They claw and scratched in my throat, needing to be heard. I’ve learn’t my lesson as the last time I let them free the one who got burnt was me. Holding my breath, skin turning blue, oh what more can I do. Eyes screwed shut so you don’t see the mercy and release that I plea. One by one the words pull at my lips, tearing apart each carefully sown stitch. Caught in my throat, out of time, I choke. The words spill out and a tear down my face, but yet, you manage to answer back with grace. Flipped upside down, my world sways, for once I am at loss of things to say.