Dark bits.

When

words make you wet,

 and you crave phrase play -

mind begging for the heavy sting of  paper chains

that bind you to the screen.

Then your a guest in my house.

Don't overstay your welcome. 

Or the words will turn stale,

repeat on you

and you'll wake up hung over 

reeking of aftertaste. 

Be a good guest. 

Feast at my table. 

gorge on my offerings and leave 

Sated.

Still tipsy. 

But sleep it off in your own bed.