tongues

• sozleri;
  
  tongues, lost in me
  yours be the sharp and the vile
  glide neath my skin
  storm through my nerves
  
  i bury the nomad years
  hours in the earth
  couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
  immune you say
  yet venom strikes in strangest guises
  as the viper in our eyes
  tongue, throat, tongue
  slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom
  
  a monumental reign of terrors
  throats slit up to stain the target
  we're food for the hounds of trauma,
  prey to the crows of stress
  
  no power left to retrieve my stolen language
  filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
  
  flies
  let sickness be poured
  from the cupped hands of bedlam
  
  on account of their brightness
  i made friends with the word and the moon
  went with the tide and left for the sound
  of dead instruments thrown out of tune
  
  the red square patterns, dragonrise and
  evenclaw
  decoying from pandemonic symmetry
  
  let ring
  a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
  the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
  these whipping black tongues
  aching to lick me back to life
  to inject their truths within me