Nothing feels more intimate to me right now
than the feeling of having my own tongue inside my mouth.
Everything lies so hollow.
The smells of ripe fruit from a spring tree
stranded on the coasts of so called friendships.
Nothing real now.
An overcast of lies,
A few days ago
walking into my bedroom.
Feeling moist inside.
All my secrets and mysteries,
I swallow in pride.
Keeps my tongue alive.
TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO
