i have been sick for days but it feels like months and my mouth seems to run on it’s own with no thought to what my brain keeps yelling

like an automated car

or

a chainsaw in a horror movie

once it fires up i just clench and await the blood that will inevitably come

and it will rain down with furious vengeance as hidden truths are displayed like fine silverware at christmas dinner

the good news

less secrets to keep

the bad news

all the blood

so pass the stuffing and let the kids have the wishbone

i will be here

alone

with this goddamned mouth of mine