“Words disappear”

“Words disappear” struggles my bitter mouth around.

A thought, a bloody lump
I excise like a tooth,

fragrant cold air rushing in afterward.

I too had been flush with them: sentiments,

at once priceless and excessive
like the hordes of dragons,

as compressed as metals
hours were pounded into.

My lips drag on the bit of this jealousy and I feel the nerve go dead,

it makes a sound like the makings of a breeze at the end of a tunnel,

hoarse echoes in my throat.