Alphabetic Risks.

Risks.

I take terrible, divergent risks
They get me into trouble, yes
They elevate me a step higher
They bury me six feet under until I resurrect
Only to appease myself with another risk

My pen is at risk
It's at risk of experiencing acerbic memories
Memories that have gulped me
And spit me out like I was sour milk
These memories have left me sprawled
Onto rough surfaces grinding my skin
Until soft tissue makes its way to my delicate surface
My pen will cry as I have
It will bleed as I have
Scribble vulgar words
And nonchalantly curse as I have

Not only will my pen take risks
But so will my words