There is a rock stuck between my toes
It's gets sharper with every step
Yet when I go to remove it,
it isn't there.

There is a blade stuck on my tongue,
thats done its job too many times before.
Cuts can only be cut to a point
where what is left is only
the truth.

Pain sweeps through my chimney throat and
roars back out,
a music note is what emerges.
Out of hell comes a lesson,
but before that comes
his voice.
His name.
His tongue.
His touch.

That's the rock stuck between my toes.
That's the reason the blade is pointless now.