There are words bubbling up
Waiting to spill out of me
Like I won’t know what they are
Until they
Errupt
Pouring out in a rush
Hush
Be still
Once a few seep out
Just a leak
Releases the pressure
Ahhh
Quieter now
I can almost hear the words
Bubbling
But less fizzy
As air seeps in
Thoughts
Collect
A drop
Collects
Into an idea
Finally a sip
I want to post this as an inspiration
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Thank you!
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Venting the pressure cooker! I love this slice. Thank you.
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