mute — from Dutch smelten to melt, make fluid

‘Misconstrued’

My words are glass and mirrors in your presence.

 

Might they fall in love — with not speaking?

Hiding words away

in desks

under chairs

behind doors

in classrooms

until they are broken?

 

Raw words

Leak

Spill

Drip, bloody

through cupped hands.

 

And boundaries?

Mine are air and mist

Unconsidered

You assume

And inhabit them

Without permission

Set up your structures

Unnoticed

Until

I speak

breaking up like radio interference

into white noise.

 

 

#SelectiveMutism

#Autism

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