With her heart in her mouth,
she spoke.
Words lined up in her throat
like teenagers eager to jump
off a bridge.
Her tongue flicked and flied,
the perfect spring board for
all the hate, anger, and angst
she, or the teenagers, might have.
But before the first could jump
from her lively lips,
she swallowed her heart,
choked,
and died.
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I'm not sure if I like this or hate this a lot. It had another line at the end, but I cut it, thinking the quick ending works better. Thoughts? (I feel I cannot write poetry...)
