Burned Tongues Quotes

“I resemble a murder scene.
It’s my heart smeared on me.”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

“You would steal
their hearts
with chopsticks.
Suck the drip of sin
from their bones.
Scatter rose petals
in their blood
and make them
fucking drinkable.”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

“Darling,
who made you believe
stumbling down the aisle
was like marching to your death
on bloodstained knees?

How did it ever come to this?

You,
thinking love to be a monster
sent to torch your lungs
and make the atlas in your blood
collapse future lineages
because you’re afraid.”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

“Darling,

who made you believe
stumbling down the aisle
was like marching to your death
on bloodstained knees?

How did it ever come to this?

You,
thinking love to be a monster
sent to torch your lungs
and make the atlas in your blood
collapse future lineages
because you’re afraid.”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

“It’s all about the word-culture, babe
and street literature

and the good kind, too.
None of that wishy-washy shit either.”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

“You have no reason to have depression haunting you. These words are so shapeless. So tasteless. If they were true then, why do I feel like this?”
― Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems