I am too young
Again
Using pictures to define
Myself, describe
Myself, explain
Myself, these words
Can no longer contain
Me, restrain
Me, sustain
Me, remain
In me, I revert back
To the languages of my childhood
(Infancy?)
Images, sounds, emotions, motions
Anything other than these coarse
Words, these ugly
Words, these inglorious
Words, that rend
My too-soft skin
Words that break
My fire-feather bones
"Speak" is synonymous with "Destroy"
And so the word
Is the most lethal weapon of all
I will keep my silence and do no more harm

h.f.m.