They dance behind my tongue
They play between my lips
Words that bring life
Or words that choke and grip.
The overflow of the heart
Where thoughts begin to swell
The outpouring of the soul
Leading to heaven or to hell.
These words seen with the eyes
These words cut deep into the heart
These words run towards something
Slow speech, slow down, a lost and dying art.
Dripping from the tongue
Clenched between the teeth,
All comes spilling out
As my heart begins to beat.
They brush against my mind
They graze against my skin
Identifying my weaknesses
Revealing my darkest sins.
Who wins…
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