Can you see words?
Words that make you scream,
scream rainbows from your eyes,
drag daggers through your veins,
and you have to scream, to move, to hurt.
It hurts if you don't; when you don't.
Her words wrapped themselves around him with the tight fit of a fetish, each syllable so beautifully spat, each point perfect, painstakingly misplaced, like art laid bare on the street.
like graffiti,
the ones you never missed on your way to school in the morning.
The kind to which you could say, I've been here before.
No comments:
Post a Comment