Flinging Singing Shaking Poem by Lacie Wasserman

Words flinging. Hands singing. Bodies shaking.
It was all in the making.
You try to fight for your right to speak your mind.
Only to be interrupted in the beginning and find he doesn't care.
All the things you want to share are immediately shushed by his flinging words.
You start to argue and the fighting begins.
Your hands start singing heavily as things unhinge. Bodies shaking with frustration.
You both are beginning to show your demonstration.
All the rising tension. Things go wild.
This is more than mild. You smile.
Words flinging. Hands singing. Bodies shaking.