Silence

Words. Merely things passed between and used to twist reality; To tug upon the strings of conscience and desire. Emotions run ragged and self is torn to shreds with but a few words. With so little they can be used to tear relationships apart and destroy empires on a sigh of breath. The tongue is such a loose thing. A thoughtless weapon. Teasing, tantalizing, luring. A serpents trick. You try to stop, to hush it all. To drown the noise behind tight lips, but the words leak out. Drawn along by wanting ears eager to hear; to change your thoughts and spew the words back out along a knotted tongue.