The words are hidden beneath my tongue
Warm and comfortable
Afraid yet secure
I cough
I spit
I yell
Only repetitions of the same words are released
While new, more accurate, more mature words are squirreled away
I know this because my tongue feels heavy with thought
Yet, in the mirror I see nothing but the same pink, average tongue
I try to swallow these words in hope the stomach acid will shock them
Force them to jump out of my mouth
So I know I have discovered new meaning
Is not life about the constant discovery of meaning?
Why then do these words lay dormant?
