Spindly Thoughts

Sometimes my thoughts overflow into words, sometimes they spill out my mouth.
How lucky, you always seem to catch them in a glass jar.
There they panic, trapped, scared, like those insects you find in basements, long spindly legs, antennas flailing, hoping for escape, wings flapping against the glass, desperate, deformed.
And a small smile appears on your face.
Delight at this new specimen
It makes me feel slightly sick, to see them captured, dissected, then stored away as preserves for your hungry hungry mind.
Sometimes I want them back.