There are so many of them, jammed into mouth like sardines on an over-crowded subway, they're pushing into one another, all confused, is the subway stopping anywhere, where do they get off? "Do you know where we're going" one says to an other. "I don't know," it says.
Usually, the subway cruises along, and when it's a stop for a string of words, they simply get off and go about their work.
They're worried, all of them, they've never quite experienced this. They're all there, all the words that want and need to be said, but the door wont open. The door is stuck.
On the other side of the door, there are no words.
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