My words feel like

The echo of when you talk into a fan

Giddy and ominous at the same time

Playful and mischievous

An instrument used to channel the deep

Like when the world was formed

Bang

Triggers

Words can create

Chaos or Calm

Or both at the same time

Shooting stars leave a trail

So do reputations

But why talk about me like I’m an animal

I sleep, eat, and breathe too

I bleed

No matter that now

I feel hollow

No I didn’t eat the apple

I chose to speak into a fan

A lover

An admirer

My words were twisted and tasty

Bang

Triggers

I’m left with a cool breeze

F...

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