Ｂｒａｉｎｄｕｍｐ＃２

I was a child with a filthy word on my tongue.
One wrong move and it slipped.
Sick.
The last 7 years have been gagging on that word slipping down my throat.
Heaving. Weeping. Around that jagged pill.
On dark nights the gagging tapes my eyes open and says, "Look at yourself."
It scolds and burns and screams but still it stays clawing at my gut.
I was a child with a filthy word on my tongue and it sprouted.
My hands never stop.
These stories come into my mind unbidden, delivered too many words a minute.
It's sick. Sick. Sick.
I was a child with a filthy word on my tongue.