Instinct and impulse
Knotted, just below my ribcage
Push me into action
Urge me into words

Drowning, dreaming language
Downing, and devouring
Metaphors and images that all come back to you.
Never enough, never enough
Always too much.

I...Cannot...Get it...out.

If I cannot get this out of me,
It will fester,
Metastasize
Eat me alive.

What more can I say?
What more can I do?
Words are winged demons in my head
They drag me kicking, screaming, always, back to you.