murmurs and screams

words are air,

manipulated wisps

of oxygen

that wreak havoc

on ear drums.

words are ink,

smeared precisely,

exact and vague

all at once.

words are swords,

double edged

and sharpened

to the point

that just the

suggestion

of contact

draws blood.

words are change.

persuasion,

a distortion

of the universe,

of all the opinions

that holds it

together.

words are the soul,

emerging from lips,

slipping out through

cracks in the mind.

words are a reflection.

a disturbance.

a trigger.

everything.