expression is too big

she wrote it everywhere
on her whiteboard first
appropriately
sloppily
and then intentionally onto walls
painted white
calling the words to them like giant sheets of
computer paper
floor to ceiling, they craved the syllables
the slow curve of each "C"
the violent slash of "i" and "h"
and with clear voices they called her hand
she walked dragging her fingers, dipped in
ink
charcoal-ed tips, burnt branches singed by the language they released
the door remained the last
pure canvas
a closed mouth waiting
to be opened
to sing