Words are snagged and tangled in a rushing stream of consciousness. They are caught on the giant lump that lives in my throat and makes my body shake. Sometimes they leak from my eyes but no one is here to catch them before I wipe them out of existence. Even if I were to find a way to loosen these words, I know the knee-jerk reaction I would be given in return so it often seems like it’s not worth the pain of prying them loose. Still, they have to go somewhere before the poison spreads further.

I keep trying but there’s really nothing I can do alone.