gag by ~blinded78

Between what I should say, what I will say, what I fear to say, is a chasm bearing your face. If your smile could fill volumes and books and notepads then what I’m choking on is mere letters,
not even a word that would make sense at this point. what do you do when language deserts you, when you don’t trust it, do you hope a picture would communicate what you want to convey, or a chord of music, or how about what my fist wants to say to your face, my lips to your cheek. I fear my ability to damage through my words, my lack of communication skills, and I fear my ability to convince. I don’t trust my intentions, they mutate and change whenever I try to pin them down, but in your face, even when you’re lying through your teeth, there is only truth.

“Cat Among the Pigeons”