Tattletale Rats

A hustled flock speakinvaded truths. Sealed locks and forsaken treasures are spilled with delight through sinister pleasure. Which poured and broken are violent tragedies an endless throb of guilty secrets. Repressed and sinister brings claw to lips softened and hissed with rolling eyes and shuffled steps. So webbed and tangled and caught up inside. Screw you to the gabbers who crawl and worm, dig holes and slime. Justice for meddlers and fiddlers and prattlers to eat their words and choke and splutter on the finest tales, not theirs to utter.