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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