Her mouth foams with words
Laced by an incomparable venom
I choose to call her a blood tied,
Volatile, piece of mobile matter.
With as little effort as possible
I instigate a diffusion process
Doing a retrace of her verbose
Detoxing her words, in reverse,
From where they end
To where they began.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: chateaugrief