I'm filled to the brim

With words meant to be unspoken

Never to be released into the world.

I am a rattling teapot

Begging to be devoid of my

Sizzling,

Steaming,

Contents.

But I pour only poison,

Unappealing and revolting

And no one would dare

Or even want to

Empty me into the world.

But you stand there with immunity

And as I talk and talk

And release and release

And pour and pour…

It is nothing at all.

A temporary peace has come over me—

Until the next time I must be poured.