Dasha by Pazza
Every time she found herself with people she found she lost her tongue. It was no that she couldn't think of anything to say, but that her words turned a deaf ear to her mind. Her tongue, firmly wrapped between the folds of her lips, was no longer hers. If tossed words around like cheap champagne and confetti on a New Year's morning. All words she never meant to say. But she always found herself again when everyone was gone, and all words were silent.