Caged

I want to let the words flow from the tips of my fingers, but they won’t. They’re trapped inside my mind, in a dark corner, where they plague the core of my being. But there is no release for them. I want to release them--to be rid of them. Like demons in a cage, they wrap their long, thin fingers around the steel and shake the cage back and forth; snarling and grumbling to be let out, razor-like teeth glinting in the light. They want to engulf my brain in their relentless hate; to take complete control over my actions and allow me to do unspeakable things. But I blink my wide, brown eyes and deny them. I take deep breaths and clench my teeth tightly, just until the thoughts subside--till the demons settle down and take their place in the furthest corner of their cage.