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