Words of Repression
by Philip Vassallo

    Once the words come there's no shaking them
    from your consciousness. Once they come

    so does everyone else you've ever seen and touched,
    hated and loved. They rush through your blood,

    stagger your nerves, await their release
    through the sputum spraying from your mouth

    and leave freely they will, but the words,
    they never leave, there's no shaking them

    from your consciousness. Once they come,
    once the words come.






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