staccato
his words rush out of his mouth
flying so fast, he can barely catch his breath
flying so fast, he can barely catch his breath
hurt words, anger
pent up rage, tales of the hood
told so fast that breath eludes him
eyes well up, for lack of oxygen
pent up rage, tales of the hood
told so fast that breath eludes him
eyes well up, for lack of oxygen
he has to get it all out, before the hurt sinks in
she spits
and the blood rushes to her head
dizzying her
making her giddy and high
and the blood rushes to her head
dizzying her
making her giddy and high
syllable colliding with syllable
the rhythm rushing her
forcing out reason, logic
the rhythm rushing her
forcing out reason, logic
washing her in a warm bath of emotion
raw
creating an ethereal connection with the audience
raw
creating an ethereal connection with the audience
doused overwhelmingly with thought
showered with ideas
the words of a poet, so wildly staccato
showered with ideas
the words of a poet, so wildly staccato
each
thought
hitting
home
so
hard
it
ricochets
silently
through
the
room
thought
hitting
home
so
hard
it
ricochets
silently
through
the
room
and then it's over
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