Bite off your tongue,
spit out the blood
& say something more than
any word ever could.
Seal the wound with white-hot metal
& stuff with wire wool, stifle
a scream & feel a weak
edge where laughter descends
into desperation or cruelty;
ignore
the words that form & try to force
open your mouth.
Let no sound out.
& in silence
find the patience to discover
an unspoken secret;
the obscene foundation
of everything keeping us safe
from what awaits within.
Waits like a swallowed stone
to kill or be expelled
from these bodies haunted
by language:
a ritual sacrifice;
necessary
price to be paid, ridiculous
offering made
to satiate the infinite
& the horror it brings…
Open your mouth,
let it all out:
without a tongue
all sounds are one.
Very nice. Alright if I share on my poetry blog with link to you?
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Yeah, of course. Thanks
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