Mouth.

[Laura]

I'm gossip,
hovering over your teeth and surfing on your tongue,
and I can spit out things you never dreamed of saying,

and don't you cover me
put your dirty hands atop those lips
I'm sure they smell like candy and mud stains
but I can only taste it

and I'm thrashing around here
throwing the garbage in piles and throwing up lies
havoc and chaos runs deep within me

and I can only hope you let me open up
and tell the truth as fiction
plain and rudely, cruel and unattractively
then you can shove it all back down
and it'll all sink down your throat

and I'll be safe again from the harsh behaviour
the brutal penalties
the "cover your wings, they'll break apart if they catch fire" consequences

judgement can be made in your mind
but I'll push it out of you
and I'll be trouble and disbelief
but you can't punish me
you'll just speak again

"calm down"
"it'll be alright"
all the "I'm fine" speeches amuse me

and you can't eat me up
and you can't rid me
through everything, I'll be ready to rage
cut someone up for nothing

because I'm gossip,
and I'm a backlash,
I'm just an accident waiting to happen.