My mind is a beast.
Snarling and bearing its teeth.
A humming bird adrift through atmosphere,
flower to flower and back again.
A bee ready to sting to protect the hive,
yet brought down with the smallest drop of water.
My ears light up at the sound of earth,
and rejoice.
Yet cry at any tone resembling your voice.
My mouth is a beautifully sculpted castle.
My full lips conceal the cowardly queen behind tea stained teeth.
My mouth is a coward.
My fingers are my army wielding sharp ink filled swords.
Directing letters into spiral bound battle fields
stained with shed tears.
Each word lain out like blood spattered soldiers where the enemy can find them if the notion ever strikes hot.