My words are on repeat. Flux of syllables that circle around each other like sharks in the salt water. They repeat. Again and again I explain myself and again and again I am not heard. And the sharks keep swimming, circling in tandem to the rhythm of the sharp consonants ticking like tongues against teeth and full vowels swallowing up warm water. The same words, the same words. And the shark bellies fill with stinging salt and the blood in the waves dances away like ballet shoe ribbons, and I am alone and torn apart; sinking back down to the depths of my brain where the words will circle me again in pursuit. Again and again. A cycling whirlpool of blood stained black and white words.