Words.
Words candy colour fusion into reality; Time is fluid like a milkshake in brimstone.
Our world is ideas birthed in blood, apathy and the words of cruel casual acquaintances in mid-minuet.
Jig-saws constructed with ragged iron tooth edges and hammered
Impressed on virgin thighs and fractured minds
Ants, build aqua-ducts of sugar-bile constructed with phrases;
They escape like feral werewolves in the midnight’s consciousness.
Mazes of trenches with letter-stacked-mouthing ferrets;
the chaos of gentle realities birthing desire …
somewhere else.
