Spill, a poem by Nolcha Fox at Spillwords.com
Lobachad

Spill

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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