The words get inside me and trickle down to my heart after they've seen my brain. They drip slowly but with an inconsistent rythmn so that sometimes all I get is that melodic tap, tap, tap. The sound I love of raindrops and a steady wind against my window at night, ushering me off to sleep. Other times it is a downpour of the drops I want to catch and inflate, it's lightening and a thinderclap in perfect unison. These ones floor me for a secondwhile my heart regains a normal beat. These ones have a hundred other words written on them that everyone reads differently.
My bones are still soppy from that last film, that last book and now I have another soaking me through.