Truth

Uma GrayContemplative

my lungs spread their wings to catch the updraft of my breath the warmth of my breath brushes my lips my tongue curves around the warm soft words painting them with careful strokes i love you

my tongue is leaden it shapes the words into existence polishing them into a semblance of truth the molten lie drips from my lips burning my mouth i hate you

my tongue smooths these new words gently shading them to life i'm sorry and this time my face mirrors what my mouth shapes i am truly sorry

Uma Gray
SourceLicence:CC BY
Mood:
Contemplative
Topics:
truth, word, lie, tongue

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