I swallowed my tongue long ago.
When I realised the world had no ear for me,
I let it speak in the pits of my belly.
Livid with the anger of loneliness,
It found companionship with my liver,
Teaching it how to fight the fight within.
My gut taught it trust,
Occasionally, my mind would send love letters,
Always a distant relationship.
Eventually my heart heard it’s echo’s
And turned it into etchings.
Still, my tongue lives in me,
On fingertips in poetry.