tongue

i had an idea of 

a dark repose, 

but i nursed the 

pulp of poppy, 

and put it on my 

glass tongue,

smashed my 

back in delusion,

tilted my head,

dropped soused

saliva on my 

white cloth, like

a river thawing

my shoulder,

it burned to 

green, i saw a 

small hole too,

unclothing my skin,

but my tongue 

is still a glass,

i show their 

reflections here,

to some faint,

to others black,

just solid and 

unperforated,

it can taste them.

- chetna 🌻