Cold Tongues
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Cold Tongues
Looking for a place where you might turn off the inner dialogue and sit empty without regrets? I know that burned witches, their skin seared off to a life of weightless wonder, don’t really listen anymore. Their minds have become roots buried deep in the sky. You can watch them uncoil their sunless colors like rivers of serpents burning cloud rims. You could hide yourself in the foliage, bury yourself under talking leaves, they will distract your minds. Their echoes multiply and divide your chaos in a bed of cold tongues; still, where is the silence? Everyone is perishable; to perish is to enter into silence and never return. How do you feel about that? Ah yes- extreme, you say; to go from a frantic chorus of singing harlots to a null so deep even God can’t hear what you’re thinking. I’m glad you haven’t found it. My greatest happiness is to watch you squirm with your regrets buzzing about you like the kind of ants that eat chicks alive, especially their eyes. And to hear your thoughts that translate into smallpox and polio before the discovery of vaccines. Play
Cold Tongues
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"Cold Tongues"
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