MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

10. A renegade's sermon; articulated speech of duplicity

I have seen a voice take the place of my own when I spoke to people
It was fuchsia in term of tone
The texture of icing sugar
A dissolute pitch unwavering and deserted from what I knew of myself
I spoke in bubbles of soap while my chin trickled of overworked boredom
The voice of me; that serpent of my own swathe of body
It have put me in a bold caricature form to my usual guise
I was betrayed by my own mean of power

My voice

Embittered canines penetrative on the side of my lip
I develop the need to say something with my voice into cacophonous silence
Wise by pretext
Shy by the inane loud crowds
Yet I'm just being in my normal unpolished state of clutter
Saying nothing, twisting the grating urge that plagued my larynx
Drawing burgundy on the line of saying 'sorry' constantly
Foreshadowing my low self-esteem
Because I'd rather be meek and mean in social gatherings than cheat my conscious;
Be sorry for something I didn't commit as they always liked to reprimand me

20 September 2022