Born older than your young years
Words formed like bubbles
Glass like, shattering grown up throat clearing silences
Four letter syllables, unprecedented quotes
“ Archaeologist”
“Antagonize”
A mind filled with water words from an unknown source
Light, pure water filled cavities of words.
The storm came to your world of words
In a darkening moment,
swarmed by other faces and their words
“Stop, naughty, mine, and mine”
The noises circled your head like a hurricane
Sweeping, drowning away all your beautiful tapestry
sentences
Until you were left emptied out and silent
Unable to even spit out a three word call for rescue
“Take me home.”
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