Don’t speak
You would have thought he had barbed wire
in his words-
metallic lead in his throat.
He could mutter words in a way
to curse you, absolutely break you darling.
You’re always speaking
Your words shoot venom
Keep them to yourself-
Be a good girl
You were so well when you kept those words
held in that aperture on your face
You had to go and shatter
everything around you with just a
censure
Do you not like to be used?
Oh you do it so well, darling
The perfect doll
not speaking a word about
your inner turmoil
His unit of language was no omen.
It was spoken in the form of an invocation;
My guardian deity.
A Celestial being. You
all mighty Mephistopheles
You
bared your fangs
and stripped me of my wings
Éloa 
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