(written October 2025)

Words stuck to the roof of my mouth,

waiting for you to scrape them out.

With the tip of your tongue.

I see you hesitate.

Why are you so afraid?

Are my words too profound?

Some people recite verses to coerce,

while adding sugar for flavour.

Should I bite my lips so you can taste the blood of my truth?

Between my lines and verses, you will find no ruse.

Naked , I show you my soul, while

you stand there with your eyes closed.

pretending to be blind.

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