Never explicit,
Quietly explained,
Painfully examined,
Always exciting,
Rarely exhibited,
Constantly exiting,
Chaotically existing,
Casually exterminating,
Consistently excruciating.

What do you get out of these words,
Do they instil any sort of raw feeling in you,
Terror,
Joy,
Remorse,
Envy,
Hate,
Love,
Loss,
Or do they simply sit there,
On the page like heavy black lines,
Doing nothing, moving nowhere,
Pushing no boundaries,
Or buttons?
Do you look at these words, hear them, feel them,
And look inward,
Or do you sit and think of others, in silent judgement?
Does the mirror look at you and smile,
Or leave you looking for more?