~little Flakes of Mindless Thoughts~

Lips shovel flakes of words mulling them into construction like infants chanting “ABC”, all monotone impeachments, while emotional content dissects and follows tangents along ambit’s transgressions. Syllables hung up in stirrups, head-banging against anvils, hoping to be shaped into something worthy of a sentence before stress fractures structure and mute becomes normality. Hair-trigger tongue snaps tresses; each curled vocabulary placing knots in responses throat, choking alibis coughing up retorts still warm in digestion, only partially created, a premature birth aborting completion, but what else can be done with a full mouth force fed.