Flowing Like Milk and Honey

Words don't escape me, I let them out silky and smooth like warm honey…

I have reservations
like a table for two
me and Me
sitting catty-cornered
sipping sours
side-eyeing each other
in silence
I speak first and lie
or maybe I filter my words
maybe I hold back
and refrain from saying the
that refuses to settle
or calm
Irritation building
like a Cat 5 hurricane
churning inside
willing itself forward
but refusing to leave
the comfortable chaos that gives it strength
Those truthful and revealing words
settle on the back of my tongue
and nearly choke me
to death
as softer
satiny words expel themselves
nasally from the shallows
spilling bitterly across
my paralyzed tongue
I have reservations with
revealing a truth
as dangerous as
my honesty
so maybe I filter myself
and refrain
from being


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