Spam

These words come from me
And I am these words.

But with you
I turn into spam.

Pushed by your disgust
I hurtle past
The millions of words in your life-
Past the Nigerian scam emails
Past the phishing posts
Past the discount coupons and
Past the feeble attempts to peddle Viagra.

The speed of your distaste
Pushes me
Further into darkness.

Where words now spin
Into a maze of letters
And turn into gibberish.

In one click ,
You assault my warmth,
Our bond
And my individuality.

But I am not junk.
I will flow unabated
No dam of callousness
Can stop my words from flowing

I will not stagnate in your slurs.

Anshu, 31 July 2016