1d
I opened my mouth to speak, and a throatful of datura glistened on my lips, lavish and ripe,
Thrashing through me, the silken flowers coiled viciously within my windpipe,
My neck was wrung with nightshade, flesh clawed with rashes,
Swollen blotches left my skin blooming and glassy with supple gashes,
Apologies from a verdant jaw trickled out of me like a botanic river,
Yet belladonna still churned in my gut and shrilled within my liver,
Violent coughs racked my body in waves of efflorescence,
And my capillaries burst with burgeoning buds of opalescence,
Ripping my pores apart, petals tore gaping holes in my teeth,
The oral garden of poison flowered like coral fluttering in a fertile reef,
So I looked at myself in the gilded vanity, bruised and young,
Reaching into the reflection, I plucked out my own tongue.
Thrashing through me, the silken flowers coiled viciously within my windpipe,
My neck was wrung with nightshade, flesh clawed with rashes,
Swollen blotches left my skin blooming and glassy with supple gashes,
Apologies from a verdant jaw trickled out of me like a botanic river,
Yet belladonna still churned in my gut and shrilled within my liver,
Violent coughs racked my body in waves of efflorescence,
And my capillaries burst with burgeoning buds of opalescence,
Ripping my pores apart, petals tore gaping holes in my teeth,
The oral garden of poison flowered like coral fluttering in a fertile reef,
So I looked at myself in the gilded vanity, bruised and young,
Reaching into the reflection, I plucked out my own tongue.
This poem is a metaphor I've made about oversharing. The poisonous nightshade represents words of a rant coming out in full flow, and the rashes and pain are basically supposed to represent regret and internal pain caused by telling others about personal experiences or feelings. This regret finally builds up into the plucking of the tongue, the catalyst representing a voluntary suppression speech. I'd love to hear what you think of it so dont be afraid to leave a comment and give feedback!
