Temper your tongue with candyfloss static. Electric the bite is enough to ward off words, stop them before the starting gates in the narrow space between crowded molars. Use teeth to smile around calorie free pleasantries. Taste patience becoming poison. Every syllable sharp. Bitter.
I’ve started recoding some of my poems and posting them to Tick-Tock. (@caroljforrester) Short and sweet work best, so I’m looking to a lot of my quadrilles as a starting point, and trying very hard not to self-sabotage with worries over how awful I feel I sound in recordings.
Carol J Forrester 
Oh, candyfloss static.. but I do think we need to permit ourselves to be a little bit angry sometimes.
So well said, and beautifully too…
I like the sharp phrases that create unusual imagery. The first line is stellar.
candyfloss static! Such sharp, unique imagery!
Fabulous imagery!
Well written poem. I especially like the lines: “Use teeth to smile/around calorie free pleasantries.”
LOVE that first line, Carol!
Love the transition from candyfloss to bitter!
All that mouthy imagery, very clever. Message slightly tongue in cheek?
I truly adore that last stanza, Carol!
❤
David