A Name Like Tobleron Testo

Severed fingernails beneath the teeth she bites them with,A silver bangle dangling from her wrist.
Knuckles white and hard from years of smoking cigarettes,
She doesn't have that long (I think you get the gist)
She's a sinker,
On a fishing wire.
She's this crooked little easel of a girl,
Clumps of hair they tear and fall about the place.
And when she smiles (which isn't often, and it takes a while)
It's like her lips against the grain of her face.
She's a sinker,
And she's cast away.
She has a name because her mother called her Toblerone,
She has a dog which she just calls Dog.
And when it yelps it coughs and splutters through the living room,
And wades its way into the niccotene fog.
She's a sinker,
She's a sinker,
She's a sinker,
And she's sinking down,
Here.