Poop

A thousand
No billion
No trillion
ThousandHundredBillionTrillion voices growing louder in my mind
They overflow…rush rapidly to my mouth
And stop

Pile up on my teeth and my lips
Refuse to come
out out out out outoutoutout
And they pile up and up
And they wriggle and they tease back up to my mind with each second they INCREASE

Forge a path to the tips of my hand
Unrelenting, insensible noises
Wanting to come out
Needing to come out
Refusing to come out
out out out outoutoutoutout

In the end
Some flow
In the end
Some form
Tears
Some plop
Outaswords

Not enough. The tears cease
And form a lump in my throat
Join the dump in my mind
And the bump in my road 

And the words continue to fall

Plop
Plop
Plip
Poop