Implode

These people won’t shut up. 

Their lips keep moving

Sounds escape 

At least I think they form sounds...

I wonder how they keep coming up

With more words

When they never pause

To think. 

I wonder if they even know

What they’re saying

Or if they just like the feeling

Of the vibration in their throats. 

Sometimes I hold my mouth shut

For so long

That I think my lips 

May have sewn themselves together

And when it comes time for me to speak

I don’t know if I’ll be able to

Don’t know if my mouth will work

Or if my mind

Will come up with the words

That they want to hear

Or if I will simply

Spit out the brutal truth

Leaving scorch marks in its wake. 

Sometimes I never shut the fuck up

Because I’m afraid if I stop

That I’ll have to think

And if I have to think

Then I might

Implode. 

Written 8/12/19