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Cecelia Francis Feb 2015
She tastes her tongue
-stuttering, spluttering-
and recoils -bitterness
and bile- slobber down
the side of the chin,
spitting it out.

She tapes her tongue
to the front of her
teeth -so that it
does not touch her
uttering buds going

Slurping loudly
the syrupy silence
and its sounds
her thirst grows
to frenzy

blood offering
to the ancients
within her
Assembly of the doodles that are my notes from She tries her tongue, her silence softly breaks M.Nourbese Philip

— The End —