Stinging Words
By Stacey
The words will not come.My tongue staggers against my teethlike a drunken sailortrying to penetrate a trussed-up whore;lips dirty like that,wanting to spreadstinging words like disease andraging pain like a festering sore;but the words will not come.They knock around the boundaries ofwhat is and what was butthe words will not come.What would they be good for? Written July 30th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 02:47 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The words will not come.My tongue staggers against my teethlike a drunken sailortrying to penetrate a trussed-up whore;lips dirty like that,wanting to spreadstinging words like disease andraging pain like a festering sore;but the words will not come.They knock around the boundaries ofwhat is and what was butthe words will not come.What would they be good for?..."