Through Particles
I want to be sound.
To leap from particle to particle and make people feel.
I want to be the hum of the ventilation system
I want to be the hum of the ventilation system
The clacking of marbles and rustling of leaves.
Oh, how sneaky I would be! I want to be the syllables of "I love you"
Oh, how sneaky I would be! I want to be the syllables of "I love you"
The articulated consonants in the mouth of every over-annunciating teacher.
I want to be the misty, buttered noise escaping from a cymbal.
I want to be the misty, buttered noise escaping from a cymbal.
But then, I would also be the vibrations of a girl's sob.
I, who provided the medium for
every foul, vicious word
thrown at her by the same snarly boy
who pushed her off her bike,
thrown at her by the same snarly boy
who pushed her off her bike,
and would wish I could travel back through the medium
and furl back in his lips
that made her close her wings.
that made her close her wings.
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