What Power We Speak

a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction abides.