Tainted tongue.

Standing on the grass verge of the abyss,

the world of darkness surrounds me,

snaking through my legs.

A moments light that illuminates

not the shadows where

light does not reach,

but the essence of soul

that hides.

Contradictions of reality

words that taint my tongue

have never felt so perfect.


Karen Hayward ©2016

7 thoughts on “Tainted tongue.

    1. nothings with the tongue, it’s tainted….the words it speaks are words it shouldn’t speak…otherwise the tongue is good…you wanna see the tongue lol 🙂

      1. lol I do seem to be very ‘death’ orientated at the moment lol would you rather I write some beautiful poems about life and passion and excitement and pink tongues 🙂 ?

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