Almost there
I can feel it coiled
Pulsing softly
at the back of my skull
And I want it so badly

To be able to taste it again
To be able to feel that sick
twist
and the words would
fall
into place again
without pushing
without pain

they'd just burn their way
though my head
and heart
and fingertips

Let it flow

But it isn't flowing
just sullenly
pulsing
At the back of my skull