The words sounded cold

Like a drizzle on a would-be-beautiful day

The words sounded heavy

Like dragging a sack of bricks up the stairs

The words sounded lost

Like that panicky moment you realize you don’t know where you are

The words sounded harsh

Like the accent of someone from far away

The words sounded broken

Like the shattering of a sentimental Christmas ornament

The words sounded stuck

Like when you can’t remove your fingers from a Chinese finger trap

The words sounded dry

Like a thousand year drought

The words sounded final

Like the last word in a story

The words sounded mean

Like I was going to cry

The words sounded like the crushing end