Word vomit

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.

Master key

As I sit in the dark,
I ponder life and all of its parts.
It appears to be a tough road ahead of me and I’ve got the wrong equipment for this journey.
Within my hand I hold the key to everything that you will need.
My heart.
My respect.
My loyalty.
Even my deepest regrets.
You can have it all with this key as long as you make a promise that you intend to keep.
With this key you have all of me—my mind and my body, and even my spirit.
My body shakes underneath your touch.
It becomes the putty that makes us one.
I need to know that you are in this wholeheartedly and will not wander.
So put your money where your mouth is and release me from this slumber.