A Judas

I tasted honey from the mouth of a Judas. Its sweetness had turned

Bitter, but

I swallowed it

.

I spat it back at him, like a cobra

In a desert — I wanted to write the word

Love on his shocked, pale cheek

.

Ah,

The corrosiveness of my speech

Can’t do much more than burn your

Golden pride, yet I feel

Less poisoned now

.
.
.

In a moment of fear,

I bite my own tongue again.

In a moment of fear, I bite

My own words again

.

ML

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