Four Tongues

A short description that suddenly came to mind one day, felt compelled to share it

There was a man with four tongues.

Each spoke differently. One told the truth. One told lies. One spoke of both.
And one didn't speak at all.

They tried to talk, to taste, to lick at once. They ended up tied together into a knot. The man couldn't speak at all.

The forth tongue did not speak, did not savor, did not suckle. It denied these interactions, as the three others lunged and feuded over them. The tongue stood still as the others wrapped their buds around it, becoming an exterior to its base.

None of them said anything. They were just as quiet as the forth one. Knowingly or not, they became one.

The man only has the one tongue now. It does whatever it wants to.