Proverbs 13:3
“Whoever guards his mouth preserves his life:
He who opens wide his lips
Comes to ruin”
The Verbose and My Violent Abuse of Silence
I open up my mouth,
Out spills oil
God, i’d rather you
fill my mouth with sand
I open my mouth,
Poison bursts through narrow gaps in my teeth
O Father, may love replace slander
on the tip of my tongue
I open my mouth-
to expose this rotting flesh
When my jaw
Goes slack in front of a mirror-
I gasp at the folly that I’ve provided housing to,
For she disguised herself as wisdom
In calculated eloquence
O, the sweet comfort of silence-
It reminds me that the only thing that restrains my coal black tongue
Is the flash-instant-forgettable thought that what I’m saying
Could be perceived as either horrible
or uninteresting
And never another thought
As to why I fill all stagnant air
With the acidity of neutral speech
I fasted from speech. For one day. And the only things I forgot I was not speaking long enough to say would’ve been better to rot in the lonely pit of my gut. Wise is the one who guards his tongue. Sun up till sun down and all that slipped out was messy messy not-at-all-truth-or-light! (Cheers to Revelation and The Self- Control that is Now Necessary)
