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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.

Celestial being. You

all mighty Mephistopheles

 

You

bared your fangs

and stripped me of my wings

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