sharp-tongued girl

sharp-tongued girl 

how does it feel 

to live with a mouthful of blood? 

what does it taste like, 

sucking on a lightning rod, 

and the knife 

sheathed between two rows of molars 

too trigger-happy-quick to draw. this 

is your blood, child, your choice, 

the metal of words and the ash of ink, 

and when did you convince yourself 

that it was the window you hated 

and not the mirror? 


sharp-tongued girl, careful 

with how you speak. 

a blade cuts worst when it is kept 




18 years old

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