The Words

The WORDS flow through like toxins.

They pulsate,

PULSATE at the 

Noise. 

Sound,

 You made it all up in your head.

The flow, the words, like the colors,

In the wind.  The sky falls.

darkness.  

I hear nothing but the sound.

She loves, he mimics, accuses and blames. 

Such pain she feels.

Poor thing, and such a sweet thing.

Are you, my dear, another blind female to the world?

It’s back, then gone again.

Covers the hand in a spotted complexion and makes the throat tie tight

And disappointment settles in, with a pang of regret.

I know know of what I write

More of what I love dear.

The faster the spinner the longer the spins, at least that’s what dear mother said. 

I have no interest in you, and I never will. Please make that better than the months of lies I could have told.

Sleep, sleep farewell friend. Our love is evergreen, like the changing of the trends. 

Don’t. Don’t listen.