Toothpicks

This was written in under thirty seconds... I'm not entierly sure why.

 

Words, sprawling and sticky

charging  in guttural spurts out of my mouth, dribbling down

Like vomit. There’s punctuation stuck in my teeth.

They land on my wrists, and I try and catch them, put them back, hold them together,

In their right order.

 

The sentences are oozing between my fingers now, dripping and embarrassed into my lap.

Making a mess.

Making it worse, and harder to say.

That it was always true.

 

That I loved you.

Reviews

[7eleven]

Bravo, bravo! The third line is my favorite. :P