The words melt in my throat and harden like wax, molding into formless shapes and unspoken thoughts.
A sharp pang of regret hits my teeth and a growl begins to reside in my mind, shouting and hollering,
Pounding on my pulsing veins to be
Now I have a throbbing headache and a resounding chant in my chest.
I’ll say it next time, I think.
But the empty words have become molten lava in the pit of my stomach.
They’ve sunk down to the very bottom,
I’ll have to dig it back up.