2. Words.

My words have meaning,

Depths and voids.

But they sit stuck in my chest,

Choking me out of breath.

Like I had an elephant sitting on my chest.

My words had meaning.

Until I stopped speaking.

Into voids and depths.

They sit in my stomach like boulders.

Heavy.

They sit in my chest.

My mouth never fixed a word to say,

What needed to be said.

I swallowed it instead.