I bleed whenever my teeth tend to bite me

Why do I continue using them?

Those treacherous teeth that digest life for me

I never testified against them

But when the time comes

The teeth betray me again.

Enjoying the revenge that was created

 

The same tongue that bled

Double crossed by those teeth

Continues inhaling life with the teeth

Churning up the blood that emerged

Into dams that washed Providence to me

Symbiosis.

 

Should the tongue be wrathed

‘Cause it predicted betrayal too well

Be it reminded that it was the one

That fired words at another soul

That cannot be refunded.

 

And so it continues

Burdened by its own actions

like a donkey with some bags of salt

Those bags of salt when watered

Become survival.

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