How I burned my tongue
on adoration because
it happened to share
your likeness —
Chipped my teeth on
ridged curses that
tasted of candy
and sin —
Razor blade sharp
and stinging like venom
in all my precise cuts
left by your attention—
Misrepresenting intention
And donning it as
Passion, I’m reactive—
To cane sugar sweet lies
And warhead sour realities
Tongue is blunt force
And I don’t take it back—
Tired of apologizing
Like I didn’t burn my hands
In passions hearth to
Gather these pages—
I’m strung between
God and Satan
Rage on the Richter scale
And my teeth clenched
To silence—
The devil is
The passion inside me
Coupled with fire reignited
While I’m biting my tongue
To not rip candy lies
To fiber with an audience.
