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.
Nolcha Fox’s poems have been curated in print and online journals. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Nominee for 2024 Best of the Net Anthology. Editor for Open Arts Forum, Chewers & Masticadores, Garden of Neuro.
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