55fiction: Badmouth

The words tumble out of my brain, slide over my tongue, and slip out from my mouth. Faster than I can think. Quicker than I can hold them back. Sometimes they’re substitutions,  sometimes generic multi-purpose words, sometimes they’re full of meaning, sometimes mindless. It’s almost like second nature now.

This cussing. It’s got to stop.


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