My Words

Do not ask me to spit 

up eloquent words in a 

fifteen minute box. 

This is not a contest. 

This is not about sounding pretty. 

This is about truth. 

When I am welling with

emotions that I

no longer understand or know how

to feel, when I am anxious

and gasping for

breath in wheezes,

it is how I breathe. 

It is nothing, it is

everything— it is happy ever

afters and a knife in the back.