Tongue Tied and Tortured
Her steel vice mouth cast motorized lips
to the steady position in an unsteady grip
It readied her passion on her poison dart tongue
and shot two shades right passed his ailing left lung
Machine grinding teeth 'till their points made the sound
like the clinking of cheers filled to pints all around
Dancing saliva expecting to shine
on the edge of her glass filled with martyr and wine
Striking the desk and exploding her chair
she spun circles up walls and flew into the air
Her words caught up with her and stoned her to death
Least she finally relaxed as she drew her last breath.
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