Word Choice
I wrote this in class. And it's stupid, because at the time I didn't know what it meant, but now I do and I feel so stupid and I feel so silent. And there's all these things that I can't say, that I want to. And I realize I've spent my whole life being like this and someone comes along that I really want to be able to say these things to, and I realize I've forgotten how.
She finds it difficult to avoid being trite
when she speaks.
Her tongue seeks the words that are
not too loose.
Something dry slides over the insides
of her cheeks.
And it tightens unmercifully, spreading
to her diction.
The desert coats her mouth and she talks
barren of truth.
She finds it difficult to avoid being trite
when she speaks.
Her tongue seeks the words that are
not too loose.
Something dry slides over the insides
of her cheeks.
And it tightens unmercifully, spreading
to her diction.
The desert coats her mouth and she talks
barren of truth.