Description: Truths you can never seem to get out, and abandon, and when the closest you manage can finally be vomited from you - it's something else, not what you're dying with the need of saying.
My truths died as Lies -------------------------------------------
All the words I want to say
fall down the back of my throat
slipping like little black pearls
to lay like hungry stones within my bowels
and when my tongue attempts to speak
crab-like monsters scuttle
moving upward hungrily
and finally dying as they choke me
I can say nothing still
and at last the acidic orange liquid of truth
pours easily from the vase of my esophagus
to lacerate my lips, my pride,
in smooth sliding syrups that evolved into lies
I can relate in a sense that, I never say anything whenever I get irritated by something. These small things usually build up inside me to unmanageable in levels and ends up exploding over something completely unrelated to the real reason why I was upset. I ruin more relationships that way.
I totally feel that it is unadvisable to "cat" your "tiger's" heart whenever you feel angry because your pride won't let those issues die.
But then again, perhaps that's just me. And perhaps this is completely unrelated.
Anyway, the piece was solid. I like its propensity for bending reality and I slightly admired how much of it you chose to use.
Overall, I think that the concept is what gives this piece strength.