Spill
written by: Nolcha Fox
@FoxNolcha
A rush of words,
a pitcher pitched on lip, a splosh,
an overrun, an overbrim,
I can’t contain what I must say,
it gushes from a place I cannot plumb.
The rush sweeps me away.
I cling to letters better left alone
as I will find myself
if I can’t find a way to dam the flood.
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