The mouth, a missed opportunity
for more than breathing
becomes graphic-
sewn shut. Bleeding
metal bits, choking
sounds and white foam.
What is exhaled
becomes dirty-
smoke, exhaust, all fleeting
with vocal vibrations
into the air so undeserved.
What a waste this is,
chapped lips locked
before a tongue
repressed, untasted.
It opens only
in mourning of time
wasted. Speechless
and romantic-
with sores that sicken
and burst with puss.
The mouth, a masterpiece
without any in-between;
Either over used, or useless
in attempting feebly
to seek a mouth willing
to be put in places
unassumed by function.
The graphic, dirty mouth
leads to the insatiable gullet
equally as sickening.
This, I believe to be exactly why we should all just shut up.
©stanz
S