truth will hurt you free

these words are stuck in my teeth
rotting seeds that make my voice stink
still i speak and i speak unsupervised
for nothing at all is ever a surprise
the obsessive mastication is all that is left
to ruminate, regurgitate, redecorate
the house of cards that stands
through storms and plagues alike
the decaying embellishments linger
swaying like scarecrows in barren fields
waiting for someone to come back home
words that wait for vacant mouths