Midnight Thoughts

I repeat words all too often, I repeat them to the extent that they come lose out of their meaning.
Semantic satiation it's called.
If only along with the words their physical manifestations could  also be numbed.
If only saying pain a dozen times
Could somehow make you immune to pain.

Legacy

Clarity

Red Ants

Red ants, Red ants
Marching methodically
Biting surfaces to itchy bits
Clumping into one giant red ball
Of discomfort in orifices distant and proximal
Caring not two pence for my goodness or decree or reputation to maintain human decency
I boasted of my inner goodness
They invaded my insides
They feasted on my pride
Red ants, Red ants
Marching proudly
On shards
Of broken pride