I pour
Over me,
attempt
To empty
Myself.
Laid on
My Side
The sad
overflows
my rib cage;
Suffocating
And stifling
breathe.
My limbs,
Heavily strewn
Channels
Streamed
Across my desk,
The glass
Remains
full.
My heart Is a full Glass.
I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
