Searching for words

She vainly searched for words in the abysmal black of the chaotic night twisted, withering, juxtaposing slightly out-of-reach like a whisper glowing a stones throw away as if you could grasp it by reaching under the chair, beneath the layers of gum, guck and ooze, pry it loose from betwixt the reinforced planks, scour the garbage bag, spread contents onto floor, pick with tweezers one micron at a time, somewhere in that vast library we call "mind", amongst the volumes shredded, torn and wisping about,... are the words for the tumultuous
The abomination.   The seering pain where nagging doubts curl up to die and the displaced tricycles are laid to rest.
Somewhere she will find the words, though they claw at her hand and make her skin bleed. Ya, she will find them, whip them, gnash them and nail them to the wall.
Someday
Some day
You will hear
And wish you hadn't
Hear all the words
She has to say