Piercing the paper

words from within gleam suddenly

from where I cannot see

they fancy themselves

I believe.

Watching them form into sentences

with some magical tone

makes me question where do they belong

these rhymes like dug up bones.

Perhaps I am dissolving upon the page

releasing pent up rage

or searching to answer dreams

that have dogged me.

The consequences of piercing the paper

is a lesson not yet achieved

words only pronounce deeds

caught off guard

not the victims caper.

burn baby burn

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