Movement

Moving my hands. My hands twisting and almost tackling each other. Colliding knuckles. Frantic and desperate. Eyes grazing and chewing. Jaw moving side to side. Everything seems so much like- A lack of communication. So I twirl my body around. As if I’m holding a ribbon. Almost falling over. Realizing that I haven’t said a word. When I try to speak- It’s just my toes tapping. Feels like I’m yapping. My mouth is heated. Eyelashes grasping. When you get into this state of mind… Opening your mouth could reveal that I have no teeth or tongue. I’m convinced. No one understands me, ever. So she guided me back to bed. So I could make shadow puppets on the ceiling.