Tamed tongues

My days are empty,
only set apart by the succession of
light and dark.
The hours tick by and I am still fasting,
abstaining from words that my mouth
itches to speak.
There’s a furled ball of stillborn words
that have been gathering in my throat,
blocking air and restricting my chest.
I am no longer a leaf travelling
as far as the wind could take me–no.
Somewhere along the way, I became
one out of many that are
held tightly by the branches of this
deeply rooted tree.

Pretending, pretending

My smiles are cheap, as cheap as they come.

Don’t let me fool you anymore; there’s a lot of ice

you’d need to melt

before I believe you when you tell me

you love me.

Note: I wanted to write more but left it at that. I might end up editing this some time. Or maybe not.