I speak multiple languages in silence.
That of the daughter,
the lover,
the friend,
the subjugated, the passive, the strong,
the inappropriate, the inspiring.
Out loud,
My mouth is a playground for ill pronounced tones and emotions that I don’t do justice;
By day, they lay on my tongue and weigh down my mouth.
By night, they come alive and grate against my teeth,
cut my tongue and seep out of my pores.
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