Palabras

All these words
In your language
That fight to come out
Of my mouth
And, tumbling, scratching, clawing,
Break - bleeding and gored
At our feet.
I'm tired of being dumb, stupid,
Of fighting not to speak
But to splutter idiocies
And contorted, self-mutilated freaks
That, aching, try hard
To breathe a few scratchy breaths
Caught in the strobe-light
Of your ear, lips, tongue,
Throat,
Lungs,
Heart