The Words Came Out

THE WORDS CAME OUT ... I am the mannequin metal hinges rusted articulations The unfeeling solid dead wood that swirls with patterns The unctuous rat flickering black eyed damp molasses tipped fur he's wet drenched sweat runs circles in my brain fur like nicotine stains run run running rat in my brain as I fret He smiles as he circles round again "you will die soon" wiggles his whiskers and runs again The death of you comes on in an instant no glint of shimmering hope Hot air speak words forming vibration carried anvil to drum send the message straight through. a punctured symphonic cacophony No arrow more materially solid can outdo words This will kill you. Words,words, words they are naught but air imbued with magical quality of affecting reality changing futures, fabricating pasts. They wage wars they posses power--- to kill, heal, entice, steal, excite, defy you, eulogize you ---death in an instant by words The words: I don't love you anymore.