some words that are still in process:

hard whispers and soft screams

I can feel the anger in shoulders and the fury between feet

told to deliver sentences on time in time
but short hours turn firm voices flat

told to talk in words but silent sound is all
i can spit into the arms of others

my language is dripping onto the floor
i am dipping my mouth in a puddle of non-existing; now-existing words.

meant meaning hasn’t left my mouth in days.
I am hungry for words that fit the feels.

I think about food while she hands me a website.
Radna Rumpling’s sofarsoreal.net

I open the text “how to amplify a whisper”
I stay for the soft screams and come back for repetition.

when i can’t wallow in my own words.
i love to shelter in the whispers of others.

“The inability to shout has been part of her as long as she can remember. That doesn't mean her voice is weak. She's familiar with the joy of being silent, especially when walking alone through a city for a day—the embrace of stately buildings allows a stillness to grow inside of her.”

I stay for the soft screams and come back for repetition.