daybreak

cursing flows like rivers
slipping, sliding from my tongue
rough, coarse, painful in my mouth
at least until calloused and numb
rough as ever, but slimy, too
bitter until tasteless
cursing flows like rivers
until a thought strays
cuts it short, eyes wide
and face pink as daybreak
cuts off thoughts, trains of emotion
cursing flows like rivers
unless a choice is made
enforced until the blood flows
punishment ----wrought on a
vile tongue in an almost vile mouth,
enforced until maybe, no hurt is needed
cursing flows like rivers