What I haven’t said // What I should’ve said 

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

Let out.

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. 

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