Someone's sowed pins and needles into her lips.
To kiss her now will pierce your tongue and numb your mouth.
This is the smile that cuts,
Tears deep, tears the tears apart
The eyes that fixate on her lips,
The ears that listen to her voice.
This is the mouth that eats.
It eats, eats, eats away at your flesh
Till there's nothing left,
Only a bony Carcass in mourning of its mind.
But it's stolen in her laughter, interweaved between the gaps of her teeth.
She sold it in her songs,
She traps it in her pocket and only blows it out into the wind,
When her lips are quivering, quirking, dancing into curves.
This is the smile that cuts.
It will cut you into bite size chunks, easy for her to gobble up and digest,
Easy to eat, eat, eat away.
And I keep finding cuts on my fingers like pin pricks....
I think it's from tracing her lips.