tongue again

someone's son, 

someone's curse,

i have kept both

of them on my

tongue;

loving neither of 

them was ever 

enough-

but i learned 

to crave steel 

blades upon my 

tongue;

then i showed 

two colours of 

my blood, because 

i chose to spell

his name off

my tongue;

neither knowing 

which of him

to engulf first;

so i painted the 

son in dirt, to

sanctify my tongue;

lord, who answered 

the curse! i guess 

it infected my

tongue;

yes, i was never 

loved for my tongue.

- chetna 🌻