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