A Flaking Tongue

A softening voice,
A flaking tongue,

The polished repeat
Of a well echoed
Catchphrase,

A promise soon broken
Disguised as a mishap,

The glistening lips
Of tomorrow’s excuse
Mounted fresh in a memory,

On a plinth
In your throat,

So the next time you swallow
You can tenderly
Choke.

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