& the world starts to chatter

it isn't a type of chatter she finds herself enjoying. it's all blasphemous copy&pastes of articles, with a few stylistic tweaks. to embellish, 'bring to life', or put into their own words.
but with each synonym the meaning changes like some dull telephone game.
she sighs.
how dreadful.

the newspaper article echoes the news she saw herself.
no words seem to accurately describe it.
'terrible,' they say, when it should be playing repeatedly and repeatedly the sound of the screams
they reconsider the word terrible.

and repeat.

she imagines the title of her own fate.
supposing it can't be something too extraordinary, she ponders her problems and her likes - her obsessions.
words, she likes words.
the smooth ones and the cracked ones --
she loves using them too much.

even without knowing the meaning,
which could get her into disastrous problems.

'benevolent,
my dear
means
good-hearted.
see: bene.'

'so you see,
you have rather
inaccurately
described
gaddafi.'

she considers herself a writer,
but not very much in control.

perhaps, she is not the master of words,
but the apprentice.
or even less,
she is bent at their will.
they are very sirens of literature,

and she has already been caught.

'death by words:
girl struck by the enormity of pulchritude'