silence

Silence is light, and gleams like a silvery tissue. You may confuse it with a silky shawl and put it around your shoulders. But, as soon as you get used to its surprising metallic coldness, it turns into iron and encloses you tightly, and then it becomes a powerful magnet, attracting all the silence of the world and beneath, and, soon, you are no more than a ball of bruised shivering flesh overwhelmed by silence's burden.

what words want

What words want:
wishing to warn
worst words might happen.

Their reward:
unwanted abuse,
to make us wonder.