Stories Sour My Mouth
my mouth is a passage to a country
where light drags behind the tales of the night.
in this dark country, candles are stillbirths
they appear like a dissolved dimple mimicking a smile
they are faint with slandered expectations- i beg to digress.
expectations here, are ravens, they never nest
your glare into my eyes & you find my eyelids disobeying
gravity all at once, few blinks & everywhere is flooded
you search the deep places of my mouth &
you find tales decaying. you find mothers eating the street
in search of their departed. they find naked grenades & ellipsis.
you open my mouth again & you'd find hunger stricken bodies
picking the shadows of remnant leftovers.
the fall of eden holds two lessons: greed & of greed.
our future fall holds two lessons: greed & of greed
& my mouth drape sour this tale.
