ChalklineChickadee

My mouth is too full of teeth, My tongue too thick with barbs. My skin is torn to bear them. My mouth is bloodied to hold them. But I have them. I bear them, and the list of things I would not do to be rid of them is long... longer than the lies I speak with bloodied tongue and teeth, longer than the trail I leave of crimson ribbons at my feet. So I will keep them. I will hold them until they are taken by some beast with talons fiercer than my teeth and scales too thick for barbs. Then, defanged, barbs plucked, laid out upon my own crimson ribbons, I will choke on my shredded tongue, too full of blood to scream.