Spitting Words


So, what do you want?
I asked, and you told me words...
so I unleashed them.

I gave you molten
slap on the cheek, hot sting words—
mace-in-your-face form.

I let them slip cool
off my tongue, chilly and dark
slicing razor thin.

I shot them out sweet
like a mouthful of Pop Rocks
and a sip of Coke.

I let them shrivel
sour like lemon juice in milk
left out in the sun.

I gave you these words
written in blood from my heart
carved out with this pen.

Not enough, you said
but these words had filled me up
so, I spit you out.