adjectives ooze like black blood
words tiptoe through my mind’s dendrite fields
struggling with an inner battle
do they want to be shared
or merely heard by someone?
adjectives ooze like black blood
under the shut doors of my brain
I feel outnumbered and overpowered
my pen smiles as I reach for him
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