my voice snares at the edges
tearing at the air with its unnatural and distorted sound
white linen shirt caught by the edge
you’re only trying to pass through the day as we all are
jagged branches pull or the barbed ends of a fence stabs through the fabric
uncomfortability i see twisted on your face when my words are not what you want them to be
it's as though something went wrong in the process of spilling my words out into the world as something tangible
and the words manifest hurt, but necessary hurt
because i’m only trying to speak my mind
a small object falls from a high building
a vision of what my words look like from a bystander, the beginning to end of that process
whole at first and then shattered, disfigured by how you perceive them
much lighter and insignificant in my head, but the impact they have when my words hit the ground of your mind is enough weight to crush a person under interpretation