The Flavor of Gems

 

Empty words flow carelessly

From lips come unhinged

Like the door to a rusted out cage

I purse my own;

Savor my words like gems

I will swallow them and

Become something other than myself

I will save face;

My face

Twisted in disbelief

As the words continue falling

Raindrops spilling from

Clouds too pregnant to carry on

Thunder;

The charge is set

Lightening;

The match is lit

Do you hear the thoughts in your head

As you force them out of your mouth?

Do you take a second

To note what is about to pour out?

If only there were time,

Between the thought and the word

Between the word and the feeling

That you have thrust upon me

Could I then sit

For a while

And just take a second

Could there just be a pause

So that I may digest your words

Turn them into gems

And swallow them down

Where I will become something

Other than myself

Could I then just melt those words down

Sort out the truth in the garbled sounds

Vowels and consonants

Twisted symbols that hang in the air

Afraid to be seen

You force my eyes upon them

They quiver in shame

Perhaps they know a secret you don't

Or perhaps you cast your regret

Even as you open your mouth

And only those garbled sounds know it

I can never decipher.