i can't tell
am i shaking
because the room is shaking
or is it something else
my body is an earthquake
each fragile blue vein a fault line
the bruises are where the ground
caved in and
s p l i t
broken blood vessels of the street
i'm an earthquake
i can't stop the tremors
words don't make sense
the tremors make the words i speak
shake with a violence to which nothing
and i mean nothing
can compare
and
words?
what the **** are words anyway
say them all enough times
they lose meaning
leave a sick taste as they
leave your tongue
syllables like molasses
thick and sickening
and when i get to thinking of things
such as these disgusting words
the tremors calm
the fault-line-veins settle
the foundations of my bones
cease their rattling
and i am okay again