Intricate of Existence
Power
of a word
In the pride of
a word
Is the word
herself…
words an appetizer
Choking like
sharp blades
Difficult to
swallow…
Words liquid
flames of fires
That consumed her
weaknesses…
A candle that
lit up the Glued sore throat…
Words blindly
crawls through
A tunnel of shit
when nurtured
Pierces through
the soul like
A claustrophobia
bug out…
Words when
gulped becomes
A breathing
struggle with bitter
Privy.. Words a
ceaseless prayer
In a tattooed
lip. Words pregnant
With omniscient
wonders…
Words full of so
many insecurities,
A weakness and
affinity intertwined.
Words a faith in
the hope I see.
Words a tea
green flag of victory…