The Trap

There I stand, trapped in the words I have
put in your mouth
There I stand, my soul ready to ask for redemption
my body, about to succumb
my mind, torn by pieces of words
that I believe I believe
if only for a second.
So many times I have stood like that
trapped by my mouth
that opens not onto screams
but words
words that mean nothing
but that I am telling them
so that the trap is set
and once again
I am not dead
but rather suffocating in the fetid smell of my story.