Shhh...

Slowly,
with a great uncertainty,
words pouring out of her head into the muted space of the throat,
Disconnected violently...Unable to scream out the wasted words.

How sound becomes the misunderstood logic, sewer of head.
Standing there... breathing heavily, making an effort to make sense out of nonsense.
Just few more seconds, and it wouldn't matter anymore...
Urgency is just a disfigured moment after all.

So she turned her back and took a deep breath, as if air could wash everything down from her
blocked throat.