words

The words are falling apart. Each letter stripped off the edge, pushed out, ripped apart, sawn off skillfully by some unseen butcher. Piles of broken words, rubbles of fallen letters all stacked to form one large heap of fire fuel. The entity lives, it waits calmly, to light up, to unleash the un-expressions trapped in the word corpses in a flash of hellfire. Come, lets start, hold hands, chant names of forgotten ancestors, dance naked around the unforgiving fire, move closer into the grasp of the flames, hair strands on fire like a thousand fireflies, make love like animals, smell of burnt words fooling around with mortal vapours. Our ashes shall enrich the ground around us. The virgin tree born out of the earth beneath our feet will utter our names to the wind. Someday that wind will teach a new born child to cry for her mother's milk. In her wails, our burnt, broken, unspoken words shall be reborn. I will find peace.