A thief of words — a poem

A thief of words.
Throat-stealer,
Dream-shipper
Of love letters
Written on with
Cursed cursive,
Calligraphic scrivener.

A medium unused,
For millennia.
Give or take a thousand utopia.
My pose now,
A room-builder.
Word-calciminer.

I sit purposefully,
To layer my story.
Mouth opening,
Teeth sipping air
Like hot tea.
But nothing comes
No words were left
In the vault
After the robbery.

The steel door slammed
And was fixed with cobwebs,
Eggs stuck on the sides
That cannot break.
But look so breakable,
Making the effort
Even more laughable.

I’ll take a tonic
A baited hook,
To pull gnawing
Fingers from my liver.
But it won’t return
Those words you took
The ones you stole from me.