it's strange, strange that these syllables
shuddering in my head rebounds,
a eclipse of shivers and taunts,
fixated stares into the barrel of a gun
there are more than one way
to **** a person,
to annihilate everything
to which they belong
and be left with none,

just watch the way you step,
the words which linger
on the cusp of your lips,

beware your shoulders
shudder and accentuate
the tightness of your hips,

or a quick turn of your head
immersed, over-crowded
joints creaking heavy like lead