I'm terrified to speak
Even though words
Sculpt themselves
Out of nausea and disquiet
Pressing against the
Inside of my jaw
Agonizing, yes?
Little pinprick screams
For resurgence

I'm terrified
That I can't find
A suitable synonym
For the word terrified
That, painstakingly
All the words will melt
Away like auburn leaves
To amnesia
And I'll be left standing
With nothing to my name
But sticky grains of time

I'm terrified of
The travesty I call
Wisdom and witticisms
Sandpaper words that scrape
Wounded knees
Eventually they will haunt me
Take a sinking rueful bite
Then the mirrors will shatter
Seven years of bad
Blood and your daily dose of
Bittersweet regret

I'm terrified
Of this poem
With its resonating inadequacy
Taking slow suicidal
Steps to the edge
The words still scream
In my ears, in the wind
But some are left
Sawing at my wrists
I fight to hold on to them
Sadistic saviours, you say?

Nevertheless
Poison flows thick
Like honey
Till it reaches
A capillary
One tear too small

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And this, my friends, is the lovechild of devastation and Writer's Block D:

Labels: Drabbles, I hate Writer's Block, Poetry, Type: Free Verse