You.

You and your words

I

I and my words

My words

create craters visible to everyone those of an earthquake

your words are invisible

making small cuts of blades in skin,organs,hair,heart,lungs

till everything is too damaged to function

But when I step through the door

You celebrate me

for my stupid scribbles and lines of nonsense

they are the blood that circulates and keep my body functioning

those lines

I wish I could claim

these

lines of

nonsense of

My

Own

but then you wouldn’t recognize them

call me ugly,

brush me off like a disgusting single cell organism

to quote the oxford dictionary

A parasite is that of

“an organism that lives in or on an organism of another species (its host) and benefits by

deriving nutrients at the other's expense.

’

so

Am I the parasite

that hides behind glass

and cries when you turn away

Takingyourwordslikeknivestoskin

Bringingupmynonsenseblooddabblingdownmy crackedhandsandfingerstillitpoolsandusingyour

wordsknivesofmetaltoripmyorgansoutandgetridof thediseasedonestolieonthefloorasthesoundof

nonsensewordsdrainsdownmyhandslikepebbles anddroplets.

will

you

drink

what

is

Not

yours?