ManicWorld Magazine

Where did those words
come from?
From which vein leading
straight to the heart?
On what stone
were they sharpened?
Whose wings did they
steal to take flight?
Words spoken in anger
morph into vermin,
become thorns pricking
sense until it lies
senseless.
Words liquify from solid
stances assumed while
the soul is still shaking.
They burrow between
the pauses in our voices.
Words metastasize
when spoken in anger.
Words metastasize,
injecting venom
into bone marrow.
Words are lead weights
constricting vocal chords.
Words are the enemy,
emboldened by this
tectonic boundary
between us.