weird words

Lately, and probably due to exile from real-life interaction, I find myself even more worried than usual about my inability to find the right words.

Written communication, such as blogging, commenting, emailing, old-fashioned letter-writing, calls for clear unambiguous statements.

I've always been someone who frets about what she said and ponders endlessly how inappropriate her comment must have seemed. But with spoken conversation, one can always hope that the other person didn't notice or will soon forget. The written word stays on the page and keeps on accusing the writer of sloppy thinking and badly-chosen words.

It sits like an alien beast
on the flat and empty fields.
Its metal exterior, its exo-skeleton,
tries to blend in
succeeding only in the pouring rain
when everything is a dull grey.
On sunny days though
the light is reflected,
showing off the gleeming and glistening scales
of an aluminium snake or other-worldly reptile.
There is no head or tail,
but it has spindly legs that extend on one end,
making it look like it is poised to jump
and devour the cars and trees and traffic lights.
It won't ever move
clinging to the earth,
its bowels cold as ice,
perpetual winter inside.

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