Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.