words are so light,
so heavy
they break bones
hearts,
friendship
they change color
so white
so black
so murky brown
words fire
big fires
big showers of pain
they create fog
acidic poison that
does not,
does not quit
words have
mile long legs
and longer bifurcated tongues
they slither inside souls at night
and lick puss into wounds
words kill in whispers
sugary whispers of madness
and little slivers of malice
words are all around
bee drones that don’t quit
a sting for every hug
the soul wants
but does not deserve
it gets words instead
words so quiet
so constipated.
it can’t wait for the s**t
to fall.

 [...]

4 Komente

they slither inside souls at night
and lick puss into wounds

:O

te lumte pena !

   

Për të komentuar tek Peshku pa ujë, ju duhet të identifikoheni ose të regjistroheni (regjistrimi është falas).