The world holds its breath,
as she exhales in a barrage of words.
Page for page,
she’s got you pinned to a description
that is anything but right
to anyone but her,
wrangling in your whirlwind personality
with a handful of stray syllables.
She’s dreaming again,
of a place not so far distant,
in a past not so far gone,
or maybe just a future not yet forgiven.
Writing you out
because she can’t keep still
when the words are all