WORDS...
Words form themselves,
swirl surreally,
around this room,
around this life.
Reality hangs suspended
in limbo,
as they encircle
vulture-like,
each wanting
a part of it.
Reams of them
all surround,
engorge,
and smother.
Words
they are threats.
words
they are real,
words
they are there
waiting …
the idiot
~RAJ~
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