She wakes with a new taste in her mouth,
a type of metallica
fillings falling out,
or setting herself in a mercury bath.
A vibration peddles nerves
gives electronica edges,
loss & disturb
bones point in different directions.
Today would be a day of abuse.
She showers and her colours run into themselves
bleedings on the wellness of skin.
Head talk works in all her wrecking voices
yet the white sands, green waters
rubbed by the pencil of greige mists
shut it all up.
She swallows each good thing as pills
uses her tongue to sever the others.
Another Mouthwash Day
1 December 2011