Speaking can feel like your swallowing

So, you may as well swallow instead

Or it’s giving,

Giving and giving

Fingers down your throat,

Retching

Searching for…

Will I be stronger tomorrow?

Or just hollow tomorrow?

So, you end up filling up on someone else’s dictionary

I am disarmed without my language

But my language is disarming

Words do break your bones

Vocabulary can be a savoury snack

But it can also be inedible

Like chewing gum lodged down your throat

Choking,

Clogged and locked

One word churns in your stomach

- Indigestible -

It opens its’ wings

It sings

But butterflies cannot fly out of one’s mouth

They’re unpalatable

So, they live in your belly

Stifled, screaming

‘Knowledge is power’,

We all know that

With poetry, I give you the power to end me

Make sense of that!