i wrote this on the inside cover of a bible a gideon gave me a few days ago

for to speak words
is like drinking poison
with a taste so vile
almost unimaginable
and almost all at once
you become saturated
feelings of remorse and regret
the hand sliding down the throat
to revoke past action
but it's already too late
the words sunk in
the poison in your veins
a fist across your face

your body starts to shake.