..
She is haunted by a whirl of wandered
words, a swirl of syllables, a soliloquy
of song. She’s long learned she must
write them down, or drown. Some have
truth. Some talons, teeth, sharp tips;
but nothing with properly chapped lips.
..
..
She is haunted by a whirl of wandered
words, a swirl of syllables, a soliloquy
of song. She’s long learned she must
write them down, or drown. Some have
truth. Some talons, teeth, sharp tips;
but nothing with properly chapped lips.
..
I have read this several times. It’s wonderful and so much fun to read aloud. 🙂
“She is haunted by a whirl of wandered
words, a swirl of syllables” … It seriously IS a haunting. There’s no greater peace attained than when the words stop breaking apart behind my eyes. It really is an invisible visual madness.