The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve said
Flesh vibrating regularly from the wind in the membrane sacks
past unbound muscle and collagen pockets that like to flap
Some grunting non-committal from behind the noise-making orifice
Ends the cacophony of hallucinogenic sound from this ape of avarice
The choices you made are violence; I chose survival.
Your end should not surprise you, as you precipitated its arrival
the colors blend into sound into flavors into tactile susurrations
squeezing the colors out of your melody and accepting invitations