That corrodes my mouth.
I can hardly open it.
I have punished my head,
Shaving it as a penitence
For not having managed
To keep my mouth closed.
I have swallowed my words' gall,
Felt it in my stomach, dissolving,
Turning it into a deposit
Of sulphuric acid.
I rolled and rolled in my bed,
Trying to let it all out.
Too late.
The regretting poison
Had already spread
Over my whole body.
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