I perform home-surgery tracheotomies without anesthetic on unsuspecting inheritors. I bolt truth-sized holes through larynx and lie with a snap of my scorpion-tail tongue. My stiletto-like strikes are honed by a whetstone mind. I whisper throatseeker assurances that seek vulnerabilities. I lace my gums with the venom of dissonant nonchalance. Mostly, though, I keep my lips sewn shut with barb-wire discretion.
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