In fits and starts
It’s always the way they come to me
Sometimes pouring down and drowning my thoughts
Fixing me in just such a spot
That I’m helpless until I release them.
Pinned in place with no release
The friction causing as much tension in my body
As it does in my mind
the more I struggle the tighter the grasp
eventually I have to let go
or blackout from lack of air.
The words are only doing what they want these days.
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They’re sometimes like Chinese fingercuffs, words are.