Words are always surrounding her,
whipping around her head
like her brain is the eye of a
hurricane of consonants and vowels.
They continue to swarm,
angry bees threatening to sting if
her confused face shows
through the mask of intelligence
she dons every morning.
The words continue to build,
each another drop of water
in the reservoir of her mind,
threatening to crack her facade.
A feeling of calmness washes
over her until she sees the
tsunami of words looming
ahead of her, a wall
preventing her from freedom.
When she finally escapes their hold,
she blissfully forgets her suffering
until the words find her, chase her,
and the cycle repeats once more.