as you talk,

all i can do is watch your mouth.

inside that fucking mouth,

that fucking tongue flickers.

that fucking tongue...

i watch it click against your teeth,

and hear not a sound,

as i imagine it brushing against his.

not a fucking sound...

i don't hear a thing,

and it's better this way.

i know when you lie,

and right now,

i can't promise

not to stick your fucking head

through one of the holes

in your fucking alibi,

and choke his saliva out of you with it.

and if a drop of that spit falls upon my hands,

i'll wipe it on your fucking face,

all over your nose,

in your fucking mouth.

how does it taste this time around, huh?

you like that?

you like that, you piece of bitch?

how does it taste, you fucking corroded cunt?

you're still talking?

are.you.still.talking?

you are still talking...

that FUCKING tongue...

not a sound...

(that.fucking.tongue)