I cannot just say what i want to say
the words are trapped in the back
of my throat
too afraid to crawl out
and reveal the intentions of their creator
and so they pile up
in the graveyard of the unspoken
the brilliant thought in class
the honest answer
the bold I love you
they rot inside me
like a sticky, poisonous bile
they come back to life at midnight
to consume me
behind the darkness
of my exhausted eyelids
a pack of muted zombies
that only wanted to be heard