Man of Wisdom by Lacey Large

It Speaks

Emily Melvin

After biting on your tongue it eventually bleeds. You’ll try to quickly cure the swelling, but your blood has already come seeping in between your closed lips and red teeth.

It’s too late now - you can’t take it back. You can’t swallow or sip the thick liquid back in. It’s not as bad as you thought - not just metallic and pennies; it was strawberry scented.

You won’t clean up the spill with white rags and towels; you’ll wear it like lipstick sly smirk then a kiss smother it on your cheeks embrace your inner sewage bathe in the relief.