It hit me, like a brick of heavy lidded thoughts—These asinine tendencies of obscenities.
Words flow through me in a place I can not erase of an image I dare not share.
They’ve transpired with visions of despair.
I am trapped inside a line of heavy duty tape with caution signs.
An officer of peace pulled me aside when he noticed the intent within my eyes of fluid red and dark squiggly lines.
I can not contain it, the words have release into a thick muck before the bag reached my lips.
Apologies exchanged momentarily only to be revoked and soiled in its remains.
The hold you have on me uncoils like a cobra as a warning and then it sinks.
A murky obsession of earlier words.
A hunger that never came.
Nicole Johnson 
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