I Spiked My Tongue

With love, lust, and lies

so many lies
so little time

acrid compressed space
cramped tattoo shop

I toadied you in

as I followed only you
only on days ending in y
and sometimes why

you fancied a tongue piercing
but leaned towards chickening out
at judgement’s moment of truth

I knew your barbed ambitions
but you balked at facing
that trauma alone

so I squeezed your hand
and said I’d pierce mine too
right after you did

that was a lie
at least I meant it to be

you suffered the pain
and demanded I do the same

to keep my promise
a promise based on a lie

you knew my weakness
throwing my words back at me
from epochs or perhaps
a few weeks ago

when we first met
I had falsely claimed
my word was my bond

that was a lie no different
from others spilled over drinks
of first dates at light speed

lies tuned to impress
accelerating so fast that
we don’t even know they’re lies
until they spin the globe seven times

hitting us in the back of the head
standing inside a tattoo shop
we never would’ve visited alone
in the first place

if I backed out then
you would look at me different

the wrath of your anger
scorched as much as
your chilled silence

or the cold-spiked agony
of a steel bolt impaled
through my flesh-taster

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