Tongue

Slice your tongue

I know that you love me.

I believe you.

I believe that the rope tying your hands together are just in my head.

And that you won’t bite down to the bone.

I have told you no lies, love.

None that you would mind.

But you pour the gold over my feet.

And I had to scream,

But I didn’t.

I transformed.

I became less me.

I straightened my hair.

I cut the skin off of my tongue and gave it to you as a sign of peace.

I became silent for you.

But the diamonds on your fingers became beams of light.

And they pulled in someone even less me.

With straighter hair.

Who didn’t have a tongue to begin with.