cavity anxiety

... the same cavity which shapes the sounds of words, was knocking all the corners off a strawberry flavoured sweet as it rolled around his mouth, until it turned into an acceptable lozenge, better suited to the soft curve of the roof of the mouth, easier on the delicate flesh and less likely to feel the pain of a sharp edge(...) he suddenly said aloud...it’s a bit like the way language works...sometimes. She asked him for some quiet, his voice had started to grate and the glare from the sun through the train window was giving her a headache, there were no curtains....

overhear(d)

....not language as such. They continued walking and....(...)

...continued talking whilst sucking on a boiled sweet which clacked and chipped against his teeth, spit collecting in the corners of his mouth. The horror of what.....(...)

them...

She turned away from him, faced the window and said, I could see the words coming out of your mouth like sucking up spaghetti backwards, as it came out it formed barely legible words in swirls and loops of the continuous yellow string, but the worst thing was the vision of your screwed up lips, anus-like and frozen in the concentrated act of extruding the stringy words, so different to the multitude of mouth shapes and expressions you usually make when you are just speaking. I can’t get that image out of my head. She froze and placed both hands on the counter top, steadying her balance. As she found a manageable stance, he said......