My Words Constrict Suppression

My words are not poisonous I have a spider in my mouth They are neither venomous I rest a forked tongue between my teeth My words are lovers They sentence hate to death My words speak spokes That turn the windmill of truth My words are jealous They sound only like me My words are ravenous They crave bloodlust for my enemy My words are envious Of the lips others’ melody My words are ambiguous They wrote what I couldn’t say My words are ridiculous They couldn’t escape my voice My words are gregarious They forever speak to my internal monologue My words are polite They ask to be read My words are silent But they speak to your mind My words are selective They censor my thoughts My words are constructive They survey willing hearts and minds