I want to say things, the words are drawn in my mind, sounds at the back of my throat, taste on the tip of my tongue, they clatter against my teeth, a sigh leaves my lips and burns as the words die on my lips. Black like ash, they fall like gravity pulled too hard, a moment of weakness was inevitable.Speak I command. It is the unfathomable, the comprehensive, the unknown and known, the mimicked but unique, break the seething seeding silence. Be not its womb. A voice I have but words yet uncreated to announce the betrayal in my conscious or the daggers that cause me quivering pain. Leak into my skin, seep and seek me.