Mother of madness
Spit me out before I am digested.
I’m choking on the acid in your stomach.

I paid a man to carve words
Into my pale skin so I could breathe.
Words that didn’t truly exist until permanent.

Their existence lacked truth
Or so the word whittler mumbled
“Truth in itself is a lie and so are you.”

It was this very statement that
Caused me to climb into the mouth
Of madness. Too hospitable to ever leave.