Medulla Fever Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb

Words;

They cannot encompass more than 360 degrees,
But at times they write my thoughts like calligraphy.
In my mind they cross stitch mixed nerves to form,
Links that try to tear through the norm.

They turn my blood vessels
Into pipes and tubes.
Supplying redness
To colour my river blues.

Too many untuned sounds
And distorted sleepy grounds.

Too much to decompose.

Words;

Are
Not
Enough.

Stop pressing my medulla.