There are words in my mouth,
Cluttered between the crevices in my teeth
Like cavities.
Only I got them not from eating sweet nothings
But vile, toxic rage that had nowhere else to go.
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My tongue is fascinated with their texture.
Rough around the edges,
Sharp enough to cut tender flesh,
They burn against my tongue and brand me
With sentiments I'll never shake.
.
The words become a part of a narrative of cotton
Clogging up the back of my throat
And puffing from my nose.
Little clouds of lies,
The smoke exposing a terrible fire that's eaten me whole.
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Excellent!
Oooo, this was so intense and poignant! Loved your poem!