Updated: Mar 11

Mother tongue

You must think me horrid

to take you and make you

cockney. Every time

me mouth opens,

the brain mixes the vowels,

and I devour them

down a throat so hungry.

The gray moths inside,

crash against tissue

for the crimes I commit.

This tongue is as violent

as me hands, mother

I use them to rip out

all of the teeth

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