She will jump and spin and leap and grin and with my voice explain that everything, everything is brilliant fabulous!
I've had a lovely day, thank you, my name is so and so, I know you give a damn.
She doesn't stop to take a breath, the little person on my tongue, she doesn't eat, she doesn't die.
She merely speaks, and did I mention that at times she also has a gun?
She doesn't care for my disgrace, nor the look upon my face, she sits inside my mouth and waits, and will not hesitate to take a shot at you, if only just for fun.
And when the deed is done, she'll smile, and tell you that it's not her fault, she'll sing and dance and cavort across my mouth, from cheek to cheek she'll bounce, and everything, she says, everything is brilliant!
Fabulous!
Best drink in the bar! Best escort in the house! Why don't you run along now, dear, before I take a heavy truth, and crush your little heart
Let me seal my lips. Please, do not pay her mind.
The little woman inside my mouth, that does not speak when spoken to, that swallows little curses whole, and holds a little vial of poison, she will mumble, moan and spit, and sit upon my tongue and shriek, and break my voice across her knee, drink her venom, take a beating, cry herself to sleep, and shiver in the cold, alone, where no one else can see.
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