Day: Jul 11, 2021

My tongue is a tightrope,

It twists when I command it.

My tongue is a rude joke

When words get too stranded.

The teeth serve as a trigger

When other defenses fail.

They leave marks and figures,

Shoot coffins into nails.

And my lips glisten in red,

They quiver when you whisper.

My lips speak with the dead

And make the third sin my sister.

-JW