Plucking Veins

Spoken words belch

From between your teeth

In horribly predictable rhythms.

With every syllable,

You strike, strike, and strike

And my pieces crumble

Like beaten sandstone.

--

My fingers twitch

Beneath the moss of your breath.

My stomach tightens

Across those spoken words

You

Have

Belched.

Yet the rudeness continues.

It pains me to tighten

Those muscle within my throat.

They squeeze squeeze squeeze

Until I'm no longer breathing

But gasping.

But gasping.

But, I'm gasping.

Across the lines of noises

Far more powerful

Than the thump of my bass.

--

Shields are in order.

You have blocked me

From something

I once

Found beautifully

Written among your skin.

But only across your skin....

Reviews

[Empirik]

Wow, this is an interesting write. I was intrigued by the progression of emotion and the overwhelming sense of being strangled. Super intense. I enjoyed how quick it read. It seemed to make the words have more impact. Nice job!

[Sanjana.N.D]

nice poem!!!!....:)

[Time's The Bond]

interesting but not to my liking, no matter... they are your words!

[Lily Mae]

Excellent write.. I love the point of it being only across the skin..xo

[Christoph Poe]

Thank you very much! :)

[Lily Mae]

Your welcome it was my pleasure..x

[krish]

nice...........

[Christoph Poe]

Thanks! :)