Where am I left
Without my tongue
Pink meat slab
Behind glass
Sliced paper thin
With a butcher's knife
Green transacted
Forked
Slithered
Bumpy taste buds
Dulled to death
Communion with strangers
Weighted hands
With all my words
My air breathing
Mouth saliva
Blood filled
Speechless
Struggled grunts
No soft kisses
Or gentle
Braided entanglement
Bites
And biting
Surrounded by dry lips
Wet teeth
Down clenched throat
In angry contempt
Of tongueless
Malignancy
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