Foreplay!

Words

Warring words

Weird warring words

Woven weird warring words

Warring words woven weird?

Woven weird words warring?

Words puffed out stealthily into the night sky, I randomly stick them on my walls. The stench cools down my senses. I breathe.

Words play with me, they defeat me, they jumble up before my eyes, crawling briskly like a swarm of ants... I hate games.

I do not wish to play with words. Period.