" drainwords "

we want words to appear so we reach down into the drain to fish for one



the words left down here have twisted ends and are in general misshapen



they do not fit together with those attached to the walls



we are left at the moment with a pile of misshapen words that we cannot attach to others



we cannot use them to escape but we keep pulling them out anyhow



the newest one is 'glimpse' but the beginning is all crumpled up and the whole thing is soggy



can't tell what it is soaked with but the fluid is black and smells of ammonia



we throw it on the pile. we get bored and scared and desperate and try to stand on the pile



it collapses and we are left on the concrete floor



the back of the skull has been damaged. waters escape. words cover the body



neglected words swarm the body. they sink in sharp ends. they burrow



we can't ever be apart from these words now. the twisted, crumpled ends get inside us



that sick burning smell like heat and meat and poison gets inside and it will be a part of us for ever



we are not going to fit with the other words. we are not going up the wall to escape 



we are going down the drain to go and be the broken thing that makes the broken words