there,
behind my intestines
pressing against my stomach
reach down,
down my throat
grasping and digging
Pull, Yank, Pry
stuck.
I feel its Yearning
to spill over and Spew
past my tongue, teeth, and lips
Breath is no where
to be found
doubled over
no Tears
Fear. Resentment.
Begging, please, I am pleading
for the Escape
No Force left
worn, tired
lapsing into Despondency

Once again, I choke
on Truth.