The words buzz in your skull
The words have run out leaving
behind the emptiest emptiness
The top half of an exhausted hourglass.
In a corner,
Someone is trying very hard to fix things-
You want to join them, or wanted to.
But they are faraway, and they
do not understand a word you say.
(This is always the fight. This is the only fight. Whose words make sense, and whose words don’t.)
Speak, they beg you, speak. Please.
You sorely wish to oblige, but trying hurts.
You open your mouth, and everything vanishes back into it.
Your words are ash at the back of your throat
Bitter and weightless pebbles crammed into your mouth
And your words, finding that they are unspeakable
alter themselves,turn to water and salt
So that when you taste them, you will think in flashes of pictures.
Ocean. Shipwreck. Drowning. Blue.