Tongues
Tongues, lost in me
shours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcice these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the world and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throat slit up to stain the target
We're food for th hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retreive my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friend with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red square patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promises in the nuclear sky
These wippings black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me
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