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rancor
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Sometimes it's really hard to chew back and swallow my words. When I get mad, it's almost impossible to not to say what is on my mind...and that's a bad thing. Because if I let my mouth open up, then some very nasty poison will come crawling up my throat, perch itself on my tongue and pour forth onto whoever is in the vicinity. And then it's hard to stop it. Like trying to fix a leak in the hoover dam with some elmers glue. It's frightening to me, because I can hear it coming from my mouth, but it is very faint. I can only see the person's face, watching it bleach of color and hear the quiet echo of my voice.
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2004-09-23 - 1:53 p.m.
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