I held my tongue….
I hold my tongue for the lack of words
that wouldn’t hurt you.
I hold my tongue for the best interest
of my sanity
I hold my tongue for the good of the family
My fingers ache
ba bump ba bump
the pulse quickens and I can stand no more.
I held my tongue unwilling, fearful, regretful
you are everything you hate
a common name, a pretty face, a manipulation.
With my teeth I hold my tongue as the blood trickles down the back of my throat
to my already tangled stomach
I warned with no warning
I heard without hearing
Is starved with an abundance of food
I will hold my tongue no more
for it’s gone, it lay at your feet mangled and twisted
pick it up lifeless, worn
satisfaction at breaking a soul, at breaking this voice
once thought of as the black sheep….
a serpent not even fit for a wolf
warned, wicked, spiteful
vengeance no more.
a game you made you’ve won ten fold, and where are you now
more pathetic than before.