The Words Came Out
THE WORDS CAME OUT ...
I am the mannequin metal hinges rusted articulations
The unfeeling solid dead wood that swirls with patterns
The unctuous rat flickering black eyed damp molasses tipped fur he's
wet drenched sweat
runs circles in my brain fur like nicotine stains run run running rat
in my brain as I fret
He smiles as he circles round again "you will die soon" wiggles his
whiskers and runs again
The death of you comes on in an instant no glint of shimmering hope
Hot air speak words forming vibration carried anvil to drum send the
message straight through. a punctured symphonic cacophony
No arrow more materially solid can outdo words This will kill you.
Words,words, words they are naught but air imbued with magical quality
of affecting reality changing futures, fabricating pasts. They wage
wars they posses power--- to kill, heal, entice, steal, excite, defy you,
eulogize you ---death in an instant by words The words: I don't love
you anymore.
Copyright © Toni Orban | Year Posted 2015
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