Congratulations to this week’s winner   Headless Two Face Meridian

Shadows that haunt my thoughts

Juggling the jugular of jargon from the golden jar gone per sip, intentioned gorged by percipitation,
I stroll through verbal synergies for veracity sived through similies assimilated in receding patience,

Firmly fermented by infirmities which affirm the t's and q's that bear an open scar on my Virgo aura,
All round the fauna of my foraminiferas petal dichotomy disguised as monologs penned as orals.

Was Niztchie too quick to apply for the presumption of death?
Has life become nothing more than just a labyrinth dejavu of consumption of breath?

Scourged by scorching scoff, ameliorated by a million ratings milled beyond a mileu raided,
Words, sound power breeds manifestation materializing immediate familiar blatant...

Cause and effect coarsen affect while soaking dry spells with dyslexic illiterate pen handling.
Who begs to differ when the essence of individualism is just the foundation of soliloques they panhandling?

And, the mirage is just a reflection of shadows that haunt my thoughts,
For when the pen is a fragile cliche... what's mightier than the sword?