I try to speak but alas, the words elude me. Where are they you ask? Perhaps they have seeped their way into another madman's teeth rattling with anticipation as they come apart to be whispered to another's ear only so they flee, snickering mischievously as the precious breath leaves his very throat.
I have come to terms with the words' wicked ways and evaded drawing them near. But, this poltergeist and his silver tongue drove them like a spike through my ears and into the back of my throat, planting them just at the base of my tongue. My mouth opened upon its own accord.
I needed to act swiftly. Like a steel trap I locked down on the man's windpipe ravishing in the ambrosial taste of warm copper lapping at the bank of my maw. I bit down rending his query of the weather in two, I bellowed a powerful laugh as I swallowed the words drowning them in a caustic grave.
My will stands true
