I feel my composure blur
like a thick tongue in wine
my steady block reason
frays like an old sock
I am suddenly dressed
in an urge
to say irreversible things
I cannot bear
the easiness of it
the guards ask
their dull questions
none of them suspecting
that I am biting off the words
as they try to chew through my teeth
inventions of defiance
and fascination
at how fate would rush in
while I watched
aghast at what invisible thing
could not be undone.