The Wrong Words

via Daily Prompt: Visceral

 

It’s visceral

The way words pour out of her mouth

Powerful

Each one with a double meaning

 

Her hands move with violent grace

Daring you to ignore her again

Daring you to look away

 

She’s frustratingly magnetic

Drawing you in with raw desire

 

She’s fluid phrases

Loosely chained together

 

Her rants never end

She can’t let go

But she pretends to be flippant

 

She lacks class

She operates solely on instinct

Clinging onto the first chance she gets

Desperately babbling

 

It’s visceral

The way she glides across your mouth

 

It’s natural

That she wouldn’t stay long

 

It’s expected

That her words would last

Longer than either of you wanted

 

She can’t let go

As easily as she pretends

 

She’s visceral

Instinctual

Beautiful

Wrong

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3 thoughts on “The Wrong Words

      1. Yes I understand, sometimes I wait a few weeks and then then do a rewite of the poem, surprising how clear and simple it is to edit your writings with new and fresh thoughts, It’s like your a different person, and reading your own words from a different perspective.

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