Inside of me

I have seen inside myself and I know now that I am made of words
and that all of them are fighting their very hardest to get out.
That the alphabet found a tornado inside me and has been scattered
to the ends of all I am. From my fingertips to the tips of my eyelashes
blinking slowly and closing in reverence and preparation for your
lips touching mine. I am made of words and I can’t help wondering
if you’ll read me.

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