written by: Ariel Salle


My clenched teeth

Are white steel

Sheathing a sharp pink

Razor blade


My accusations are ready,

but you push them back

with your barbed tongue

and the blood runs

down my throat,

choking back my voice,

turning protest into



This is our reconciliation

You force me silent-

Kissing away the beginnings of

Our arguments

While open-mouthed I wish

I were not so

In love

 So I could

Bite off

Your tongue