When I die they’ll bury a skeleton filled with pearls and diamondsMature

Lord - all the things I could say,
but I would have to scream them
to get them out properly.  Even
when my lips are spilling everything,
my teeth keep back the boulders.
At night I choke on them but I wake up
thinking I was just crying in my sleep
again. There’s a dam built in my throat
to keep me quiet and the pressure
is building up.  I open my mouth
but only steam comes out.

The End

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