Let these words wash over your dirty hands
Cleansing the world from your life lines
Let these words flood your covered ears
Drowning out the pollution from your prayers
Let these words blind your watery eyes
Dilating your vision to a single meaning
These words are more than my breath crossing through vocal cords
They are bread crumbs for you to follow
as you walk past the witch's home
chimney billowing smoke
door open so you can hear her mumbling about
how she will get you someday
But not today
Not at this moment
These words were once mine
they are yours now
Meant for you to consume
To savor
To break off a piece
and share with someone who is hungry, too
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