A plain featureless face lacking dimension.
Overwrought with a loud expression.
If I didn't have a mouth, people could still have whole conversations with me.
Clenched teeth turn into prison bars.
Incarcerated words mimic desperate inmates pleading guilty.
My tongue violently detaches itself and resorts to levitate.
Capable of only tasting a warm and overwhelming sense of irrelevance.
It curls itself up in corners It hadn't felt before until it dissolves in its own shame.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
A plain featureless face lacking dimension.
Overwrought with a loud expression.
If I didn't have a mouth, people could still have whole conversations with me.
Clenched teeth turn into prison bars.
Incarcerated words mimic desperate inmates pleading guilty.
My tongue violently detaches itself and resorts to levitate.
Capable of only tasting a warm and overwhelming sense of irrelevance.
It curls itself up in corners It hadn't felt before until it dissolves in its own shame.
I'm still new at writing so I'm sorry if this seems incomplete or not well formed.
I'll try my best.
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