a shudder of life

it's almost there.

twitch

ing

snipp

ing

at

those

locks

of

un

rul

y

hair

that

some

times

hiss

and

bark

and

you

don't

have

the

strength

left

to

breathe

be

cause

they

are

oh

so

con

strict

ing

and

you

pull

and

die

or

bleed

and

the

bot

tle

is

al

ways

emp

ty

be

cause

life

is

a

drunk

and

no

one

can

smell

the

beer

on

its

breath

un

less

they

live

too.

 

such

is

fate.

Author's Note

All the words are separated by syllables. I've wanted to do this for a while now.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

It works for being far off the beaten path.