veridical paradoxes

the way they

twist words in their fingers

like a game of cat's cradle ,

and scatter

the letters back out ,

they make you remember

a feeling

that you'd forgotten ,

overlooked

.

and spill it across your tongue like nightmare ink ,

tortured words too ill to speak ,

to make themselves

relive it again ,

and find solace

in bleeding their heart out .

to make tangible

the intangible ,

to give reason

to the unreasonable ,

to cross out their heart

and re-write it in chalk lines

in a shape

a little easier to read .

to breathe .

and confess it all to you .

and hide .