Talk-and-spit

Nothing is more lonely than unwelcome company

Foot-in-the-door

Talk-and-spit

Choke on that flat but fierce foreign language

What are you talking about?

Sounds so cruel and base

I swear it was clear in here before you breathed in, 

but you spewed and hacked out

this hateful, greenish gas from your pretty mouth

I think you're speaking venom, but your teeth aren't showing

You invaded my lungs, reminded me how alone

tiny and disparate I

can't     keep up, lost

out of  br eath

Lungs are failing, throat is     swelling

you're still talking

Will    will you please leave once you've finished poisoning       all the air in the room?