the girl who carried her words with her.
her mind was a suitcase
filled with things she meant to say.
the girl who stormed with words
wanting to throw her thunder at others
and impale people with her voice.
wanting to be a weapon.
but she really was the girl whose words were a desert
thirsty to speak her mind, but parched when the time came.
but at night, with no one around, she came alive;
with no one to talk to, she finally found her voice.