Words no longer belong to me.
They explode as they roll of my tongue.
You should stay away from me.
Stay away from the cactus in my throat;
A necklace of murderous thorns.
I can’t control it, you know.
My voice comes out in spikes and pricks.
I think I killed someone the other day;
A verbal spear right through the heart.
The blood makes me dizzy.
I should have it surgically removed.
Not that I haven’t tried before. Hey!
There is a cactus in my throat.
There is a cactus in my throat!