Poetry is not safe, poetry stabs.
Poetry bites you in the neck and snarls in the dark; It scrapes at your lips and forces you to spill it words onto the paper....
Things better left unwritten, fingers better left. Unbitten by the Nov of the pen...
Poetry crawls inside and it wears you instead.
Poetry is starving, it will feed on you at night.
Ripping in and contaminating your bloodstream with ink. Feel it pull on your taut,wiry heartstrings, begging to be sloshed,bloody onto a page.
And poetry is angry; Beating on your skull, creaking, creaking like crows in your jaw;
A rauseating sensation!
Poetry is plot you in two because poetry kills if you don't let it write you.


Paulinah lips fire😳😳
KICONCO LYNETTE.