Vibrations shake the walls.
As they dissipate silence creeps in.
For a few moments, all is still.
Then, like a rising wave, another rushes forward.
It springs back from the wall, passing within a hair’s width from your face.
That was close.
You hear it land softely behind you, an artifact for those to come.
Again you feel it build.
This time upon release shattering against the wall, leaving sparkling dust in its wake.
It’s different this time, stronger as it escapes your lips.
Colliding with the wall a loud noise erupts.
Amidst the noise, chaos, confusion you can’t help but ponder, the unique structure of each one.
Words are volatile things.