My sister told me to write a poem
Of all my broken words
To let them out of my mind
And dump them on the floor
But the words cut like glass
As they crawl up my throat
I'm coughing up blood
with my hands on tattered keys
She said to let the thoughts out of my mind
But to do that I'd have to unlock the cage
And let them rampage free
I don't think I'm ready
to spit them on the floor
to clean up the mess they make
When they come stampeding in
I don't think I'm ready
To deal with the space they leave when I let them go