All the things I do not say. Yeah, that’s right.  The things I DON’T SAY.  And I say a fair bit.  More than many.  Less than some. Sometimes more than I should.  Often less than I want.

I often wonder what would happen if I just opened my mouth and LET FLY all the loose change.  

 

 
The endless ever-shifting changes.  
The rages.  The shy questions.  And fears.  

The tongue sharpened to a point and jabbing.  
Stabbing.  Fighting.  Hurtling.  Biting.

A tongue swollen with things unsaid.  Maddening, Deafening, Incendiary things unsaid, unspoken, unheard beyond this head of mine.  

Dammit.  Dammit.  Dammit.