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.

My memories criss cross
Across 
The endless space of my brain.
They’re sticky.
They carry weight.
My memories of the house 
Carry the taste of roasted marshmallows,
Piping hot.
My memories of before