“Dervish”

my words are an incantation
wild
not whimsy
not impotent indulgence
when I speak I can sear flesh from bone
you
are tangled
are flaccid fantasies
lost in illusions of what you might have had
I
live stronger
live impassioned impudence
a dervish blazing deadly spirals around you
flee
before me
before wanton wrath
seeks to nullify your novice efforts to conquer
my
words conceive
words desecrate decisively
they are wild, untamed things; feral sorcery

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday CCLXXIII, and for Trifectra Week Twenty-Eight.