words that i said i would not call her are screaming in my mind they creep through the darkness of my throat as if they are scared to be found only then to be pushed back into my mind and do it over again i had no such intention of doing so when they found the light the words came with the formation of sound its a soft joyousness whisper but with the guilt of sin ****. *****. did not think she would enjoy the life thats changed words that were never able to be thought now melt from the lashings of my tongue drip drip drip goes the words