Scorched Tongue

Burned

My tongue is scorched,

not on hot coffee or

French fries

No, it was on

You, until

I torched your ass, your fucking fool

You wanted it all, removing your band

- that ring on your finger

Hiding in persona bigger than my sky, or

experience, but others guessed and

burned my heart speaking truth, it

sizzled from their eyes to my ears

So then

I burned you

Ended your games and stopped the flames

Spotlighted your lying rotten soul

so you could have no more

Truth of your blatant bloating braggadocio

burst from me, a flame thrower of brimstone

blotting out the bullshit you spewed

I bravely burned

and consummated you in hell’s boundary.

I see you, behind the blazing flames that

block you from me

Your tongue is scorched and covered in

sutures and seams, sizzling.

FEEL the burn.

I ended your psycho presence and put it to flames.

FEEL the burn.

Copyright © 12/19/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin

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