Sharp Tongued Woman

She wakes up with a sharp pain inside her mouth
She's resting in her bed, alone, inside her house
An angered and pointless attempt to complain
Has her afflicted with a slice more with which to strain
What is the cause there's no way she could know
But as is commnly said, you reap what you sow

She reaches inside to remove her bane
The tear travels through her finger's wiry frame
She shakes the sting away from her hand
The vexing prediciment might be more than she can stand
It couldn't be any of the few things she actually ate
Nor could it be any naturally occuring trait

A flood of crimson flows, held back only by biting her lip
The slosh of blood becomes too much, a proper princess must purge and spit
She regrets her sharp tongued lashings, wishing for an elixir and a few friends
An unkind, unforgiving tongue lacerates all those scandelous loose ends
She's a sharp tongued woman, she would spit razors with her words
With tables turned she can only hurt herself, that's her curse

Desperation drenched in perspiration, saturated by blood and tears
The little lady has reached the peak of her fears
She lies, segregated from society, bleeding at the bottom of her bathtub
Her pride and vanity vacated from a princess who only wants real love
She wants someone to make it all better, a beau with a better plan
All she can think to do is cut out the tongue held in her hand