Fire dances in my mouth
Like fireflies in the night
I wish little one
I wish
I wish for a tongue of life
Then I would be beneficial
Then my tongue would be worth suffering for
Catch it in the heat
The heat of my flesh
“I said something wrong again”
I complain, like a piece of burning wood
So, what would we say if we spoke as we should?
I don’t know…
I just hope it’s not embarrassing