It bubbles in my chest,
comes up and gathers in my throat,
and sticks, like molasses.
Silence.
it burns because I can't say anything else
and I want to.
The ice sets my fingers to glass,
and my heart aches
because I know the sharp ***** of betrayal.
I could feel it anywhere.
A smile, hiding a clenched jaw.
I'm okay!
and with each lie it bubbles more.