A Foot In the Mouth

Foot in mouth,
stepped on glass,
pieces swallowed
and halo my brain,
dull,
and rippling thoughts of carelessness.

Made of wood
with bitten strings,
I have no master
and own no slaves,
to peel away my immortality,
or kiss my skinless fingers.

Alone in the Pyramid,
of I, soaked in lies
and wrapped in stone
craving the flesh and bone
of worlds once there,
and to restore, I orgasm into myself
but I'm afraid I can not love.

Cheek, tongue,
another hole for words missed,
growing bigger
bleeding heavier,
why can't I close this wound?