zephyrinths

My rhyme ain't good just yet. My brain and tongue just met and they ain't friends so far, my words don't travel. Find a tangle in my hair, and tend to go nowhere. They grow back inside, right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use, no healthy calories, nutrition values. And I absorb back in the words right through my skin and they sit there festering inside my bowels; the consonants and vowels - the consequence of sounds.