In the dream
Every word
Is covered in red paint.
I speak
And it looks like a murder scene.
They try shutting my lips
With caution tape.
But I am burning
My mouth down.
It will come back to me
A new thing…
No troll-bridged tongue
No yawping
Soundless empty.
In the dream
I am waiting
For my mouth to be born.
When she is…
Everything will be loud.