These words are
Pushing
Their way out of my solar system,
Past my tongue,
Through the gates of my closed smile.
A broken dam, I am pathetically unable to hold back their flood.
A broken levee, and my lands are over run
Washing away all you tried to build in me.
I know the damage I’ll take
When I crash into your surface, a weak moon pulled into your orbit.
The black-hole of my existence,
I’m peering through your light-less eyes.
I know the way each word drips down the glass of your existence
And the damage my acid will do
When you’re incorporeal,
Untouchable.
These words will burn my skin
As I seek to give them to you.
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