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[Obloquy]

her sweet words drip down my crown
like honey, dripping down my folds
making my cerebrum round and smooth
she drills holes in my head
and rolls me.
i could not strike them all down.

she finds a new brain to toy with
i sit on the rack
i once had a brain.
she made it a sport.

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whispering, tickling the drums in my ears
i hiss an excited sneer
she takes my tongue
and silences it
she likes it better that way

i used to speak
but only to her
on occasions.
and now she is gone and i
do not speak at all.
for she has my tongue