Words are promiscuous.
Spilling out of me like a body in heat;
Desperate for gratification…
I slay you with this lustful beast.
Alive and pulsing;
So hungry they make desire look weak.
Such fury; urgency.
Filling the vacuum with lashes;
This tongue forming words – annihilate, and you turn to ashes.
Take me, say these wanton words.
To spaces where everything is nothing;
Waterfalls come. Then waterfalls go.
COME… COME… COME….
Be enslaved as this fire licks you where you feel it most,
Yes I am a beast;
And my words will swallow you whole.
Restrained Insanity 