White noise of chatter
devils and angels
they bask in the warmth
of their caffeine and mint breath.
The bleached shine
illuminates the clean words
that were once shunned.
Vulgar truths
replaced the measured
crispness of language past.
I sat aloof in my corner
and my eyes watched their words
create dark clouds, in which
they kept their heads.
Their clouds reached for me
like claws seeking blood
as I held up my white flag
I still refused.
My stained, acid eroded words
hid in my brown mouth
refusing to taste their
bitter, clean words
that were once as dirty
as the coffee mug by the sink.
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