Speak

December 1, 2015

Speak louder you say

And I do, but my volume does not increase

Instead my teeth turn to knives

And before I dare speak another syllable

I sharpen my words carefully

Filing out the edges

Taking out the "I'm sorry's" and the "I hope you understand's"

And I chip them down to the bare truth

And I hold the words in my hands

And I go over them again and again until they become a part of my skin

And I take my words and I point them straight at you

And between the sound of the silence, I light a match

And the fireworks inside my lips have ignited

And they fly

And my words burst into pieces in front of you

The sound going in through your finger tips and your knees

Echoing through your bones

Until my words become a part of your own flesh

And my carefully crafted syllables pump inside your veins

I ask you, "Was that loud enough?"

And I know that every time your heart pumps blood to your brain

You will feel my words traveling through your body

And every time you sneeze or cough

The tiny particles sent out will be the remains of the letters

I stitched together with my own bare hands

And even though we say goodbye

I know, inside of you, my words will remain

Growing louder when I can no longer speak.

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