why eat a cake with a fork or spoon, when sharing it with your hands taste so much better.
remedies are made from words
as tears, falling from frightful beings…
whisper broken syllables of outreach
bestowing a common awakening
in the eyes of the vulnerable
regurgitate past meals of rotten misery
despite of repetition, the fork is still in hand
breathless from the sour slime lingering in our esophagus.
many seek no more nourishment in our daily-felt sorrow
of the everyday, rather numb
to share realities.
dive deep within and voice with vim
the darkness you entreat daily
as the peppermint deliverance hastens
the remedy of contagious mind-made insanities;
continuously stocking and restocking effects
of misery as a mirage of emotional tendencies.
hypertensive reactions –
like the sensation of rushing vomit
imprisoned due to the suffocation
of truth, of speech, of expression
a drop of words rippling in the echo of many
as faint as snow drizzling on pavement
buzzing in and out like bees’ nest
the remedy for change