Do you have any idea what it is to feel these words?
To claw them out of me, snapped and bleeding, in an attempt to feel less? In a desperate hope
to end this scattered wretched lonely
Do you know what it is
To feel the words come slicing through
To actually feel the cinders in you
And to be wary of their power?
What you read from me is not merely pretty sashaying sounds strung together to twirl their syllables through the night
My words are a fight
And they shriek from within
Desperate to touch the far-flung sides of endless light
Desirous of all that is more
Than the tattered words I have
Clicking and stabbing and clanking and rolling and twitching around