Need

There are words inside me buzzing and thrumming and colliding with each other like a shaken jar of bees. Will they disappear if left unsaid, or will they continue to swarm and sting? Will my tongue shrivel, my hands claw if I don't pour out the lines scrolling behind my eyes? Surely they will find an escape route - maybe through my ears or my nose? My open mouth in sleep?

Imagine waking up on a pillow wet and stained with your thoughts, like a nosebleed.

(but not as painless)

Imagine having all these words to say but waking mute.