and quivering lips
vibrant words arise
daunting ferocity,
the best of feelings.
Scrambled syllables
crack between teeth
melt on the tongue
trickle down the throat,
but through the fingers
they wreathe, stream, flow
the highest of ecstasies.
Singeing breath
from burning lungs
unvocal chords
eternally silenced,
the eyes drip on paper
inky black truth
a passing shower in may,
the fairest of pains.
Fearful teeth
tear deep furrows
brittle nails
pry open ruddy rivers
yet the clicking of the keys
drowns out all the screaming
that shudders in the bones,
the most profound salvation.
Narrowed in pain
the eyes,
torn and wrung,
the hair
knuckles, white and hard,
a canvas of words,
condensed from light,
the only way out of hell.
Written by: theliteraryluggage
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