Talking into fans

my words are broken
like slices of childhood
falling into unsturdy mirrors
stepping out of windows
my words are unstable
distorted
like when changing was as simple as talking into fans
and now i am someone else
inside of fans
screaming
smiles spread across my face
as words escape me
and i sit on a wooden floor
with a foundation that is leaning
i stare into a reflection that is leaking
at a girl that is leaving
and wish i knew who she was
my voice taste like kung fu chops
my lips feel like power cords
watch me break up with myself
there is a blade where my tongue use to be
forgive me if my sentences dont make sense
i was eating memories for dinner
nostalgia tends to stall me
and my lips become too dangerous
i was trying to change
i was looking for me
i forgot to pick myself back up
there were sentences i left in that fan
a time capsule
in a junk yard
i was chasing a quick fix
like when changing was as simple as talking into fans

©, 2012, Tiffany "Spokenheart" Shack