Where Do The Words Go?

Words like STOP escape as black stick figures fast marching, dispersing like the gray smoke aftermath of a fire. Sometimes, the words glide slowly away, sloppily spreading, like blood caressing the sidewalk, YOUR DAD HAS ALZHEIMER'S.

There are soft words that shouldn't be said 
aloud. Words I want to pluck from the air 

as they hover in dark gray, just past my lips. HE DIED. I DON'T CARE. IT'S A

SECRET.

Do animals see words when they stare with intention, just above our heads? When we lie, 
I DIDN'T MEAN IT, do they think, there she goes again, looking away as the brittle, sticklike words

break and fall clattering,(unheard by us 
possessed of dumb ears) to the floor?

What about overused words? WHATEVER shows up red inside with black outlines, implies indifference 

but means, please get mad. I bet double 

meanings float, lasting longer in the air.

Are they the reason for the bumping sound 
in an empty room?

I guess because of the sun, we

have to add I LOVE YOU, the warmth 
of yellow light. Burned into a grave in black, 

feeling temporary in red.

All these words and colors kept inside

must escape at night as whispers in our dreams 
or sink, acid chewed through our stomach.

Is it words that make us fat? Thin? 

Words that as the breath escapes for the last time

from our lungs, we know inside, surprised but
with no strength to say....I have no more words. And is that a little death we feel,when we are word less while standing, in awe, shock, horror, perfect happiness?