I am done with words.They used to be my best friends,made me feel powerful. worthy. alive.I wore them around me like a carapace of protective gerunds and adjectivesspliced just soto make me seem clever. invincible. untouchable.I strung them together like blasphemousrosary beads meant to ward offdespair and grief and the prickling in my nose that signals self-pity and tears.I thought they were impenetrable armorBut re...