….go on muthafucka
tear my tongue out
and i’ll
still be talking atya
still whispering into
sealed ears
until wax melts
burning through so deep that
your screams
remind me of
nights
when sleep
was just a way
to train for death
slice off tongue
whydontchya
and i’ll
stitch skin in with
flesh flayed from backs
rackd and lashd
still uncracked and now
lending bone
to tonguedrones
that’ll lick into your
deepest cavities
uncovering
bodies and dreams
and coaxing
final confessions
and yet….
lyricalwars 