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…