hush little poet

i suffer from
foot in mouth disease
and an unfortunate
suicidal streak
shooting myself
in the same foot
i choke on with
every sudden
unthought until
spoken by this
traitorous tongue

i am just as
shocked and disappointed
by the things i say
as my unwitting victims
my teeth grind
as the self sharpening sheath
keeps a razored edge
on the dorsum
as acid singes
clustered lingual papillae

i was weaponized
as a child
some instincts never fade
so i clench my jaw
to keep the bile
mercifully at bay
never quite trusting
myself to speak
living in enforced silence
as an act of kindness
because the things
i think seem to
go against common

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