She wished to cut off her tongue. The weight of its swollen ignorance was too much to bear. Gagging and vomiting up boulder ton beliefs mixed with lack of forethought created green coloured stupidity. She discovered words sometimes weighed unevenly on different kinds of culture validity scales. As stone and air.
A cold war danced around inside her mouth. Enemy sentences lay under mounds waiting, dying, and burning. In the indecisive ash, she couldn’t hold the remains of remorse, the amusing disbelief and pride together. One must come out to play.
She wondered which of them will first occur. Maybe she will get lucky and none of them would be needed to be said.
But that is highly doubted.