In the Cafe

words, words, words
innumerable words
endless words
aimless words
words scattered in space
without intent
and scope

in the smoke room
at the cafetteria
at the hall

words that captured
words that gave you depression
words that strangulated
words that menaced
words that captured you by the throat
and did not let you move
words that sprouted their tentacles
and captured their favorite prey
and spread their digestive liquids

eating you up

on a silent afternoon
in october
at your room

Reviews

[Edie Blue Starfish]

this poems is too good to go with out a title.
I think it captures that encroaching feeling, and the smothering in a relationship.
words can hurt more than physical abuse.
I think you did well presenting that here

[a_methyste]

Thank you!