Deep down in my throat

is a World of Wonders

lost to my Grasp

reveals itself with an Itch

Sets off

a series of Pictures

moving too Fast

I choke

 as they Hurtle

Past my larynx,

desperately

I try separating them,

to no avail,

they speed up

I cough

Missing the message

meaning, colors

The Story

instead I Hack away

until saliva, my lubricant

Rescues me

or, if I’ve been alert enough

the water I sip

at regular intervals

Douses the ignited spark

lodged alternately

right or left

of a vocal cord

drowning the Story

altogether