You're a savage creature.
your words have a bite to them that
leave the people in your wake dazed,
with the taste of lemons on their lips.
you're a broken mirror:
shards that could cut,
that show people a shattered image of themselves
instead of anything relating to you.
speaking of that,
you're a locked chest, or maybe a container
without any lock at all. everything swept inside,
so there's no possibility of spillage.
you're a beach rock, or a chipped shell.
worn down by the waves of the world,
sharp edges dulled by time and hardship,
colors faded. smooth and soft and sad.