I feel the words heavy on my tongue.
They cling to the roof of my mouth and the back of my teeth, aching and swirling like too much sugar on the gums.
I cannot let them loose.
I cannot keep them in.
I cannot set them free.
I struggle under the weight of it.
I struggle under the weight of all that is left unsaid. All that is left behind. All that is too much before me.
So, I wait.
And I swallow.
And I tongue the hole where the words have eaten through to the bone.
A constant reminder of all that is left unsaid.