beneath your tongue
they swell in the sweltering heat
of your pleas, your defenses, and apologies
though rendered with complete confidence
there is no confidence in the tales you knead.
Perhaps it is, that your tongue is swollen
could it be that your mother tongue has been erased
and the only thing that took its place were utter lies and larceny
but the truth does know that it exists, no matter how badly trampled
no matter how far that you may dig, nor no matter how deep
it speaks just at the moment you may beg for silence
when you creep across the floor in surly gait
looking over your shoulder, weary and weak
caught red handed, by the lies you dared to speak.
(C) Sumyanna 2017