shred
my tongue
thick with insult and fizzy spit
pours at the limbs
of someone i will not remember and choose to not know.
i circle thumbs to avoid chewing them off.
teething at my big age. livelihood left at the mercy of hunger and guilt. i will be swift. my crooked teeth will slice to kill.
once blood is spilt;
once i am stained.
i practice restraint, wrapped as a baby
in plastic
i refrain.
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I love this! Especially the lines “livelihood left at the mercy of / hunger and guilt. i will be swift. my crooked teeth will / slice to kill.” Really powerful stuff.
Strong images! The first stanza gave me chills. . . .
So many great lines. I loved “guilt. i will be swift. my crooked teeth will slice to kill.”
Yes! Real energy & life & spirit in this. Keep em coming!