Just Righting

Its pools of elastic black oil that pulls lines and curves spaces pausing words a flick of a tale a flick of a tail tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn U's that capture like cups O's that don't stop or start slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's i hang a hammock between too Y'S not too wise without the h would it urt scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless feathered fails and faltered falls scripts of pain and love that came before lies that slip the silence truths that never shared Hope that just hopped by Fear pulled sorry by the ear until it shed a tear Eating away at the hate What words will i let go which will i store for another Which sword is wrnog which rite is write