She
let the words
fall from her mouth
one at a time,
spinning
downward,
slow
motion,
they landed
on my
soul.
Barely felt,
still:
they
destroyed me
and…
I let them.
Nothing changed
in the
world around me,
all was
the same but…
I was
different.
She let the
words fall
and
I watched
as they
spun.
I let
them fall…
for
some words,
(broken, splintered,
sharp and edgy)
are
better
than
no words.