sharkcuddles

If only-
Stop!
Are you-
Stop!
There’s no such-
Stop!
I don’t want to hear it.
Have each syllable 
Glistening 
Like dew drops 
As they fall
Plip

Plip

Plip

Into my ears.

 

The way words work is a mystery.
They will stick to your throat, to each other, to anything.
But they will
Flow out,
Jump out,
Like they have a mind of 
Their own.
They come out armed with 
swords and shields.