Grammar

Letters topple
Over the curve of my bottom lip

A rusty red bathtub
Overflowing

Time spills over the edge
And suddenly I am wet

Soaked in a flood
Of ticking whispers

Saturating me in a tortuous
Incoherent drip I am

A shriveled prune of misuse
Grammar sucked me dry

With words that are too high
Too oxygen deprived

To be of any use