There are words
That lay like stones in the gullet
Hard and heavy on the tongue
Smack down and one crack
Forever splits the pavement
Words that rise
From soft pink platforms
Innocent and hopeful
doused with love in
fluffed periwinkle skies
and the words of wasps
relentless whispers stung
against the flesh and down to bone
a wilting whirlpool which
devours anything in earshot


















