Must I Title These Mental Wanderings? I Don't Think They Deserve Categorization.

I want to use the word "bone-numbing," but I think it's a bit too contrived and detached. I guess what it means is a feeling like licking your skin and then blowing on it, except it happens inside, where the tongue can't reach. It's a chilling, a marrow-curdling. I don't like it. And I really have nothing more to say. Okay, that was a lie. But when your mouth is crammed with unspoken words sometimes it's easiest to silence them into dissolution than to part your lips and watch every phrase - good and bad - wriggle out black and blocky, staining more often than delivering and hurting your jaws in the process. Plus, once they're out, they can't be reswallowed. Nope - I'm not a dog that can turn to its vomit. Though I may be a sow that can wallow in mire.