Shredders

If shredders could talk
mine would walk back and forth
pacing like a captured animal
with no hope for escape
until exhausted he sat
almost out of breath
except for the last one
which held the composition
of every word to you
I never wrote
or the subdued impositions
I never spoke
for your ears to rearrange
for your eyes to mislead
for your heart to bleed out
and your mind to change
into something you wanted
to finally understand -
Me
If shredders could talk,
so would we

* inspired by Pink's poetry.