Plucking Veins

Spoken words belch

From between your teeth

In horribly predictable rhythms.

With every syllable,

You strike, strike, and strike

And my pieces crumble

Like beaten sandstone.

--

My fingers twitch

Beneath the moss of your breath.

My stomach tightens

Across those spoken words

You

Have

Belched.

Yet the rudeness continues.

It pains me to tighten

Those muscle within my throat.

They squeeze squeeze squeeze

Until I'm no longer breathing

But gasping.

But gasping.

But, I'm gasping.

Across the lines of noises

Far more powerful

Than the thump of my bass.

--

Shields are in order.

You have blocked me

From something

I once

Found beautifully

Written among your skin.

But only across your skin....