In this era of Word Porn,
why have we stopped writing
some clauses, some phrases,
stringing conjunctions, few prepositions
a comma here
a period there
an exclaiming thought
a gerund bare.

Some love carved
a story shared
emotions captured
skeletons bared
our words spin our tale
surprisingly raw, exceptionally rare
a wound exposed
a vein bled.

When better words speak our mind
why trouble the nib
when a right click does the trick
why be the prick
take a screenshot
pass the treat
sigh a bit
retreat.

But life lives in your words
expressed with your eyes
rolled by your tongue
those goose bumps
heart beat jumps
take a leap
grab that pen
let it bleed
write again.