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The Guest Beneath My Tongue
I felt it first, a copper taste,
A twitch beneath the gum, a waste
Of breath—I spoke, but words were wrong,
Too thick, too slow, too far, too long.
It came, they said, from foreign seas,
A parasite that rides the breeze—
Invisible, it crept inside
And made my hollow mouth its bride.
It found my tongue, and kissed it raw,
With needle legs and chitin jaw,
It sucked the roots, it dran...
Tuesday 24th June 2025 2:04 pm
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