The Jumble
Lips pursed; pointed upwards.
Words spit out
Like so much water from a hose.
I look up and see them there.
The letters all in a jumbled pile,
Hovering above my head.
Until I no longer recognize them as mine.
As if I have no control
As if taking a life of their own
The jumbles changes shape
The letters rearrange.
STOP!
I didn't say that!
Except they came from my mouth.
When did they turn into insults; sarcasm; sass?
I could have sworn it started as humour.
What did I just say?
Now everything's ruined,
And I have no one to blame,
But those stupid letters.
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