1/28/2019
Off your tongue like silk on skin
smooth, velvet
from the time you begin
Effortless, pleasing to the touch
articulate bullshit
is your crutch
As you let it settle into your ear
the pleasure of silk
disappears
Unlike silk, your words are fire
smoldering embers
burning ire
A blazing hole: hot as the sun
melts your flesh
until bones you become
It all started with a single word
articular bullshit
was all that was heard