There's A Hole In Her Tongue Poem by Livi Topley

There’s a hole in her tongue where all the insults seep,
She drips and spits, drools out contradictions down her chin and they stick to her hair.

She doesn’t turn up to expectations, she’s late, got other things on, just sends a letter from the hole in her tongue.

Her face is red ruby with paint, she lent on the fire escape writing out her excuses, looking out at to the people she let down, dribbling pretences.

I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m getting another hole done, but this one’s in my heart, not like the other one. This one doesn’t know how to write, it can’t hold a pen in one hand and smoke a cigarette with the other.