Overflowing like a dam about to breaktottering like a seesaw on a fulcrumlike a Jenga puzzle piled high about to topplegrowing more difficult to hold it all inin red alert and set to explodeeverything I’ve held onto all this timewill rush in like a tidal wave upon the shoresecrets about me,about you,about usthe spider’s web of deceit, ever complexwith her legs around my consciencespinning over my mouthwill it stop my tongue