Lost For Words

I can feel the roots in my gut,

knotting around my intestines

while the branches creep upwards

and my throat bobbles.

Twigs stretch higher,

almost to the back of my throat,

while the words I wanted to say

stick.

Like half chewed bread on the roof of my mouth,

no matter how my tongue toys with it,

it won’t budge.

I’m not sure if it’s even the right thing to say,

or a thing you’ll want to hear.

So I swallow past the thorns

and say nothing instead.

 

Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Doubt

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