Spring has sprung!

No, not the season of

Sunshine and daffodils.

But the spring

Tightly wound and

Resting just under the ribcage.

The pressure pushing up the edges

Of lips into a mock smile

Even as the heart weeps.

The spring held in place by the

Pressure of words unspoken.

The coils pulling teeth

Ever deeper into tongue.

The winding inching shoulders

Upward, just below earlobes.

Spring has sprung!

And now the you, so tightly held,

Can speak and unclench and relax.

Spring has sprung,

And you, my friend, are free.