my words

choke
what I desire
to say
to you
falters
into fits
and coughs
as if
a bone
caught
deep in
my throat
forces me
to my knees
spewing blood
onto the floor
patience
words
with any
solidity
form
slowly
like vines
weaving
through
themselves;
growing
overtime
through
the other,
each begins
to support
the other.
(July 21, 2013)

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