These Words
July 2nd, 2010
These words…they beat along the edges of my brain. Rising in cadence and power from the slight tapping of a tack hammer to the body-shaking grind of a jack hammer. Ebb and flow. Sweeping, swirling, swishing with one thing in common: always there, setting up house, not going anywhere.
These words…they echo in the far reaches of my memory, never fading into silence. Resembling fireflies caught in a mason jar, glowing in pain, glowing in tears, glowing when they shouldn’t be at all. Are they coming, or are they going? Always coming, never going. Round ‘em up! Circle ‘em! Shove ‘em through the gate! The gate…where’s the gate?
These words…they live in the bottom of a bottle, the windows of a car, the tiles of a ceiling. Living on a steady stream of thoughts and emotions, memories and reality. They need to vacate the premises, be escorted to the door, thrown out on their scraggly behinds.
These words…I don’t have any more words for these words. These words have landed a one-two punch to the gut. These words have proven to be more difficult to wrangle than a wild mustang. These words have exposed nerve endings thought to be cauterized.
These words…suck.
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