Tattle Tongues.

The words hung in the air,

dead

And once she'd realized

what she'd said?

It was too late

to live again.

Forcefully she tried to take

them back,

Pull the waterfall of sewage

In the tunnel, back,

To cut the feelings in there

she had lacked,

To reel the good, and lose

the bad,

But the pauses melted into

centuries, and

The once white pearls, lost under the strain,

cracked---

into yellow teeth.

Because every lie

uglier than the last,

Refused to give her

dirtied mouth

a chance.