How my soul felt

Shoulders accidentally brush
Lips are with intentions
Words hidden behind actions
The feelings continue to build
Combusting into an overflow

Yellow tape ignored
Today we rip the band aid
To see behind these walls
To fan our curiosity with intense heat
No more tables to hide under

The words have become birds
Flapping their wings with a deadly echo
Like a muffled angry murmur
The noise died down
And my soul felt naked.

Vera