Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Spill.

Words boiling under my skin.

Ready to burst. Pour our.

Spill like alphabet soup, run blue with ink, black with lead, soak paper, drench it.

Sate the need.

Pop.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

In my head, bubbles burst.

Shake.

Shimmer.

Then disappear.

A rainbow flash.

Nothing else remains.