she uses her tongue like shears snipping and slicing away the waste.
offal.
words and emotions that just spill out in plaintive confusion.
wounded sounds.
for her, every syllable matters. every word has to fall like a hammer blow.
every word has a purpose.
expletives rattle from her mouth in a rain of obscenity that crash down onto catholic heads
with a torrent of abuse.
she has no time for faith.
'try catching god in a wind sock' she would mock.
