Saturday, February 12, 2011

Tongue

Die, accursed tongue
Swallow yourself
And burn black
So that when you try to speak
You turn to dust
And the hurtful words you meant to deliver
Are carried away with the wind

1 comment:

Jay said...

Ah...You remind me of Baudelaire....After a long line of rather irksome blogs,awful poetry,I came across this one and I'm thoroughly enjoying this.Wonderful indeed.Just wanted to give you a heads up for the wonderful work :)